“Weekends don’t count unless you spend them
doing something completely pointless.”
— Bill Watterson
Weekend Delight
I’ve been thinking of you,
between calls,
between meetings.
Can’t wait to come home
and pick up
where we left off last night.
I’ll bring chocolates,
a basket of berries,
something bubbly.
We’ll curl up on the couch,
lights low.
Tonight is ours.
I’ll listen and grin,
laugh, maybe cry,
as the hours blur by.
You’ll keep the stories coming
into the early morning.
I’m all yours this weekend.
You’re on a timer,
set to sleep when I do.
My binge buddy,
you give life to my weekends.
From Weekend Warrior to Couch Potato
I used to call myself a weekend warrior. Back then, Saturdays were filled with adventure: hikes, games, people to see. I liked the motion, the purpose, the noise.
Now, however, I prefer settling in for a night at home. I curl up with a blanket, a good story, and something cold to sip. Aging has changed my weekends. I crave rest more than rush and comfort more than crowds.
But I still miss the invitations to get out. I miss roller blading along the river trails. Sometimes I miss my racquetball partner. And I miss the spontaneous plans, the texts from friends asking, “What are you doing this weekend?” In the end, that kind of connection still matters.
Weekends aren’t wasted. They just look different. Sometimes it’s a show that keeps me company. Sometimes, I still hope it’s a friend.
What about you? Have your weekends changed over the years, too? Maybe you used to spend Saturdays out and about, packed with plans and people, but now you prefer slower mornings and quiet evenings with a good show. Or perhaps your weekends have always been about balance—some time outside, some time on the couch. Either way, I’d love to hear how your weekend routine has shifted over time. Share a favorite memory or let me know what your ideal Saturday looks like now in the comments below. Let’s start a conversation.