Sunday has rolled around, and I was up at 10:30. Rather rudely awakened by a phone call, I have since come to the conclusion that celebrating a morning would not necessarily be a bad thing. So here I am, sitting in the living room, ears awash with mechanical sounds of the various cleaning appliances that I have set to action. Cereal ingestion has taken place (a rare event for me), but no coffee, for I am one of those few not attuned to the addictive caffeine buzz.

Aside from that, the sunny outside is looking rather inviting. Perhaps, after a quick performance of morning ablutions (or afternoon, as I now see it is), I shall sally forth to seek my fortune on this, the second of the three days of my holiday weekend.

The Day of Sloth has passed, the Day of Weekendly Action is present, and the promise of tomorrow's Carefree Day Off tickles my anticipation.

Turn off the computer - we must away!