Tag: weekend

October, we meet again. You slip through my bedroom window like a cold draft on a chilly morning, making my blankets more welcome and the long walk to the kitchen …

I’m sure I had at least three more sets of Saturdays and Sundays in my September box. This thief time came back and recovered every day without supervision. If you …

It’s definitely not summer anymore. I’m writing this with the lights on because the screen backlight is suddenly too bright for those eyes made weak and lazy by the abundance …

I’m a big fan of those September weekends where I wake up and my room has neither the humidity nor the ambient temperature of a Eden Project rainforest-o-dome. Fall was …

It’s the first Saturday in a month that I’ve woken up without a stuffy nose or nagging cough. Trips to Spain, Sweden and Germany in rapid succession and busyness plus …

Saturdays are for actually remember that it’s a holiday weekendrather than forgetting and coming in on Monday and being viciously annoyed at Julian and Mark for seeming to ignore your …

I spent most of last Saturday lying in a hotel room in Baku, the muscles in both legs reduced to pieces of useless meat by the decision to walk down …