Saturday, February 21, 2009

Comfort of a Lazy Saturday Afternoon...

... lies in a glass of Coca-Cola, munching tortilla chips while propped on the dining table with a book I doubt I'll be able to finish by tomorrow.

Because when Sunday comes, it serves as a reminder that on Monday, my whole world of hecticness, busyness and rushing will start. again.

I’m already missing home. Sigh


cleo weiland said...

I love Saturdays. It's the day when you feel your weekend has just begun and you're all relaxed and having fun.

Then comes Sunday. Mornings start off okay then by afternoon you get this nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, knowing that the day is fast coming to an end.

Sunday nights are the worst of the lot. Sigh.

What book were you reading by the way?

shoeshine said...

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world,
is never met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home,
Oh, there's no place like home!
- John Howard Payne

Home oh home sweet home,
why oh why do I love thee?