I am so thrilled about the weekend. Why? I didn't have to work today. I have worked the last three Saturdays in a row. Last weekend was my fault, actually. I chose to work it so I could leave early the previous Monday. It's so tempting to have that option. I'm the type of person that likes to take the time off now and worry about making it up later. I always regret it. This past week was different. I forced myself to stay at work so I could have both days off this weekend. I'm so happy I did.

What have I done so far? Not much. Isn't it great? I love days that I'm not obligated to do anything. I will probably do some course work this weekend to stay ahead of the game. My class started last Tuesday. I turned in all assignments and took the test three days ahead of schedule. Everything is due by midnight on Sunday. I was done on Thursday. But I will probably begin the work for next week later today. I'm glad I only took one class this semester.