What could be better than realizing, from that depths of my groggy dementia, that it's a Saturday, and I can turn the alarm off? So nice to be able to drift back to sleep while the rain lightly trickles in the background? Mmmmm...

Well, it might have been better if I'd actually remembered to turn the alarm off last night, but still, a pretty nice way to delay the start of a Saturday. Now I'm thinking fried bread covered in sugar, egg, cream and cinnamon and some sort of jazz. Maybe Miles Davis.