Lazy Saturdays

I crave a blissfully uneventful morning of crossword puzzles, coffee, cooking shows, and calm. When did Saturday stop being a lazy weekend day? When was there ever enough time in the world to spend moments of a day doing nothing?

I haven't figured out whether time speeds up when there is little left to wonder about, the moments of a day slipping by unattended, or if its our rapidly changing world that accelerates time for everyone.

Whatever the matter, time seems too precisous to waste on a single insignificant thing.