Brain, stop jumping ahead and just enjoy this moment. The light streaming in through the windows. The fake looking pineapple that seems wrong to be eating in winter (but delicious). My obsessive Pyrex collection (mostly collected and given to me by my mom, except the brown ones - I found those last weekend at a nearby thrift store). The jar of tree clippings that are super brittle now (and ps our tree is still up, still lit, still very Christmas-y). My little fuzzy bundles of joy that kept their lazy mama company all afternoon. Our bare white walls that still need to be painted.
I wish Saturdays didn't have to turn into Sundays, which then turn into the-day-that-shall-not-be-mentioned.
But for now, while it's still here, I'm going to squeeze every last bit of Saturday out of today. A late night, more reading, maybe some crappy tv, home cooked burgers and weird-tasting stevia soda, squeezing the kitties, playing fetch with Max, listening to the rain, daydreaming. Focusing on today, not tomorrow, and especially not (ugh) the next day.