Getting the hang of Saturdays

Nearly the first thing I did yesterday morning was to jot down some notes for a blog entry about how I'm having trouble getting the hang of Saturdays. But the day proceeded and I never had time to write it out. In fact I got all my stuff done in time for Howard and I to escape the house and have dinner with some other local writers. It was a wonderful event full of laughter and good conversation. As a result I wrote nothing at all and left a semi-discouraged note up for a whole extra day ...