I usually look forward to the weekend, especially going to sleep knowing that my night will not end with the sound of the alarm clock, but that I can wake up slowly, whenever, and linger luxuriously in bed.

But I am in a very creative period of my life and lots of stuff is happening, and most of it happens during the week. So, believe it or not, there have been some weekends when I've been looking forward to resuming doing my stuff, to the grittiness of the week.

Grittiness of weekday life? By that I mean being deeply engrossed in my work instead of coasting, my weekend modus operandi. There is great satisfaction in being intensely involved in something that has meaning to me. Weekend life puts that work on hold, it places me on hold, it makes me pause, it interrupts my creative flow. Sometimes the truly mundane is what's most meaningful; not the special spa manicure, not the special restaurant meal, not the lingering in bed, but the submersion in work you like doing, the feeling of accomplishment and getting something important done. Which mundane tasks do you truly enjoy?

See also an earlier related post Monday, Monday.