It feels like Saturday. I don’t know what that means but it seems true. I had a meeting on Friday afternoon and then it seemed like the weekend had started. I have no plans or obligations. It’s not as if this morning was different from yesterday morning yet it seems different. How did this feeling make its way into my life. I don’t recall having much interest in one day being different from another. I used to regularly ignore the weekday vs weekend. Now when it means very little I seem to be more aware not less. I have so little structure in my life that maybe this is something my subconscious wants to hang onto? i could spend time trying to understand it or I could go about my day. I am sitting at my local coffee shop writing this, debating with myself about what to do. Checking the weather forecast. Rain is coming but only for a bit. It’s good. We need the rain. It’s also good to have a break from the relentless sunshine beating down on us everyday.