This is being written late on Saturday afternoon. Life is not the same for me as it had been in many other states of life in which I have lived. However, it is true that Saturday afternoon still has a certain feeling as regards things being weekend things.
I am not going to watch a sybling play youth sports — but it is still a weekend.
I am not going to see a niece or nephew play youth sports — but it is still a weekend.
I am not watching college sports — but it is still a weekend.
I am not working a regular nine-to-five or anything like it which goes Monday to Friday — but it is still a weekend.
I am not paid on Friday — but it is still a weekend.
However, I almost never miss Mass on Sunday. But the Saturday feeling must come from somewhere else I think. I still feel a bit of some mysterious ease and air in all this time.
