Today is warmish and sunny. The clouds come and go. After yesterday, I am feeling accomplished despite my very late rising this morning. Yesterday I was able to tear up my completed to do list, finish all my errands and clean more shelves here in the den. I have even started my laundry on its guilt trip to get washed. The bag and basket are now by the cellar stairs. It was a two trip load from upstairs. If past history serves me, the laundry will sit by the cellar door for a week, maybe even longer. My guilt threshold is very high (or is it very low?). I even put away in the appropriate bin the Christmas presents I bought on sale after Christmas (Be Kind!). I have two more envelopes to mail, but I’ll do that Monday. They are the time capsule boxes for my grands to put last year away.

I’m staying home today. I have no other plans. For some reason I keep thinking it is a Saturday. It feels like a Saturday to me. Saturday is waking up late knowing you have no responsibilities, √. Saturday is slowly digesting the papers √. and watching an old movie √. It is wearing comfies and fleece-lined slippers √. It is eating popcorn, no check yet. That is my treat for after I finish here.

On a winter’s Saturday when I was a kid, I Wore the Saturday uniform of sorts every other kid wore. I wore dungarees, girl dungarees. They had a zipper in the pocket and no fly. I wore long sleeve jerseys or blouses and a sweatshirt, just a plain sweatshirt with no hood or pouch, or, if going out on a really cold day, a jacket. I wore socks with my sneakers.

I always wore a pair of mittens in the winter because getting my fingers in each glove Finger hole took too much time. Often I had to start over as my fingers were in the wrong holes and the glove dangled. Putting on gloves quickly is one of those I’m not a little kid anymore talents. What’s interesting is I still prefer mittens even though I have mastered gloves. Mittens keep my fingers warmer. My favorite pair is a bright pink fleece.