Lost Weekend

I have just rediscovered the weekend. No, they have always been there. They do not actually get lost, but, from scanning the home page of Facebook, there will be many who may claim otherwise.

What I actually mean is that weekend feeling, the waking up on Saturday, not too early, and that marvellous glowing awareness that you don't have to get up. That alone has been the reward of a week's work that I have completed. In addition, foundations had been already laid to create this happiness. Early glances at the bedside clock in the twilight, not quite light hours, did not immediately cause the brain to mentally calculate exactly how much time remains before the alarm dings in. Oh, how different to the feeling twenty fours previously.

There is also a financial reward. I do have to mention it, naturally and once a good enough reason to take the work. That will arrive in due course showing as a welcome and significant figure in the bank account, but this morning was, well, ahead, with the money a few lengths behind. Backed up by a bright but very cold winter's morning, a winning double for which I could not have felt better.

Nagging very slightly, there is the very thin possibility that there will be a Sunday evening - work tomorrow call lying in wait just around the corner. Fingers crossed naturally. The smile of a Sunday free from Monday's call to toil is another bonus. A far cry from last Sunday evening when I received the request to teach, as a former colleague was laid low by one of the current members of the virus race. I ended up staying the week, and, apart from the need to go to bed at ridiculous hours, ie 9.30pm, and giving in to the demand for sleep in the late afternoon, it was a good week on the whole which has resulted with the reward of a Saturday morning lazy wake up.

I did have a good week with former colleagues and children who were good to work with, but, like everything that is pleasurable, over indulgence can spoil the appetite for more. I hope the telephone is quiet on Sunday. I hope the colleague I replaced is fighting fit and suffers no relapse.
I do not want to appear too greedy for another sublime Saturday morning.