Nothing beats a lllloooonnnggg weeekkkkeennnddd: Several days of arising at the crack of 11, feeling no need to be anywhere or bathe before 3 p.m., and making plans mainly on a whim. The house is mostly clean, the fridge is full of food, and the oven has yielded a batch of perfect chocolate chip cookies. Hours of fresh TV were watched. Friends were called, coffee was sipped, and the encroaching yard was sort of beat back once more. Plus, the used album section at Sonic Boom was so jammed with great finds that it was like a whole bunch of people got together and hawked their music just because they knew I was coming. If only every weekend were five days long and just like this.

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