The work of a weekend is the very best kind, and because it is not filled with spreadsheets, and meetings, and unrelenting emails, and for those who spend their weekdays in an office, it's really only the work of not working. Our work was to relax a bit, to clean a bit, to cook a bit, to make a bit, and to end the days feeling like we'd done what we wanted, but still feeling accomplished.
There were crossword puzzles, cups (many) of coffee, a pair of thrifted yellow Frye flats that appear never to have been worn, a new book bought, read, and finished with excitement, breakfast out two days in a row, flannel sheets, and my fifty first straight week of Project Life.
The floor's been swept, the dishes done, and as Monday knocks on the door, I think we're ready for the week ahead. Even if we weren't, there would still be five days that begin and end, leading us once more to the work of the weekend, and we're getting pretty good at that.