The weekend started the minute I ran out the door at work that Friday. I had to get home as soon as possible to be able to wash the car with what daylight was left. There was more stuff to do than there was time to do it in. As the clock approached 11pm that night, I started to realize what I was doing wrong. Rushing around, stressing myself out, getting frustrated... for what? All I really needed to do was get up...
