After a week filled with fighting traffic, handling the pressures of making a living and trying to look good at it, Saturday mornings give you the first opportunity to loosen up, take a breather and generally be slow!! Wake up a little late, loll around in the bed for another couple of hours hotly debating whether you need to get out of it or not, freshen up and have that first meal of the day called breakfast at around lunch time, plonk down in the most comfortable chair around, either before the idiot box or with that book you have been wanting to finish and spend the rest of day watching/reading (and dozing!!) till that end-of-day call, called the dinner call, is given at which point you reluctantly leave that comfy perch to get some much needed fuel in. Fuel up leisurely and catch a movie (or two or three!!!) before hitting the sack to take a well deserved and probably long nap!! Now Sundays are slightly different. You wake up late (as usual), have brunch (as usual) and then start the regular 'I-need-to-get-my-fix-of-TV-for-the-whole-week-in-one-day' / 'I-need-to-finish-this-book-or-I'm-doomed-to-be-a-failure-for-life' routine (also as usual). But what changes is that you can't take your own sweet time to finish whatever you are doing before moving on to dinner and sleep. Because, tomorrow is Monday, the day you get back into the rat race. And for that you need to start early which in turn means that you need to end the previous day early. Because, as the saying goes, "Early to bed, early to rise". So effectively Sunday’s dinner call is slightly early and there are no movies to be caught this night. It’s straight to ‘hit-the-sack' mode after the pit stop. And before you know it, during your sleep, the weekend silently gives way to Monday and a new week. Monday mornings, whether you are feeling blue, green, red or yellow, it’s invariably back to the pressures of making a living and trying to look good at it.
Now, I am not sure how many of you would agree with me, and I don't mean this is to be generally applicable, but there's inherently something very attractive about wanting to laze away a whole weekend.