Saturday

I’m grateful I can take a day off when I need to. My mother loved Saturdays, she said, because she didn’t have to do anything. In her dying months, she fretted constantly, at the end of each day, that she hadn’t accomplished anything. Oh mama. You don’t need to accomplish anything, I said. Every day is Saturday now.

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