Because weekends are too short

Friday night, you’re done. You pour a beer, watch a movie, go to bed.

Saturday, you work on the chores you had no time to do in the week: getting the groceries, doing the laundry, doing the dishes, all those tasks around the house and the yard that you’ve been meaning to get to.

Saturday night, you meet up with friends. These are the people you want in your life. This is good.

Sunday, you ditch the chores and work on your side project. This is what you want to be doing with your life. This is good.

Sunday night, you can’t quite shake the sense of doom that settles in your stomach.

The weekends are good, but they’re never enough.