Did you ever have a week at work where you were so busy you really kind of lost track of the passing days in the crush — then, on Friday, you realized the weekend is just around the bend, a few hours away?
It’s been that kind of week for me, and this morning I had that very pleasant realization.
It makes you appreciate the powerful allure of the weekend — and, in fact, the importance of the very concept of a “weekend.” Our ancient ancestors, who knew no officially designated work week, never experienced the positive feelings generated by an approaching weekend. Those poor unfortunates had to work all the time to avoid sabertooth tigers and other predators and engage in the hunting and gathering activities that caused them to be called hunter-gatherers. They basically had no officially sanctioned down time. Imagine how much they would have appreciated a weekend here or there, to allow them to catch their breath, stop the hunting and gathering for a time, and enjoy a few moments of peace and quiet?