Most Saturdays, I forget the weekend is only a break from work – not from life. I figure if there’s nowhere to be, then nothing I do really counts.  That includes the obvious:  Eating pizza for breakfast, no showering, drinking before a socially acceptable hour.  The usual.

That’s all fine.  I recommend it, in fact.  The problem is when I start thinking I’m on vacation from being a generally decent human being.  You know, I start giving people the stink eye and not looking away when they notice, or making little kids cry. Things I maybe try to avoid on weekdays. Continue reading →