The weekend. A time where you stop working and relax and spend time with your family. Go to a movie or relax on a hammock, sit around and watch TV and lay on the couch. That kind of thing. Whatever I do, I make sure not to exert any effort. Cause you know effort means work and that is what you shouldn’t do on the weekend.
So what did I do? I woke up at 8, spread bark in our yard until 12, then rode bikes with my kids, in get this, the sun. Then 4 O’clock came around and I watched someone install windows and decided to help them. Am I insane? My back thinks so. What was I thinking? Of course I never learn my lesson, so all I have to show for it is some burnt skin, some sore muscles and one less day to be lazy.
Bitter Bent over backwards Ben