This may not be big news to the general, non-musician public, but it is to me. Two days ago we had a Friday. I rode my bike home from work at 5:00, and realized that I had nothing scheduled until the following Monday (which is tomorrow). What I’m trying to say is that there was a block of time, comprising Saturday and Sunday, in which I didn’t have to work.
I understand that many of my blog readers have actually experienced weekends off before. Normally, in my past life, I would be playing a couple of Phantoms of the Opera (thanks, by the way, to Dave, Pete, and Dan C. for the 500 or so shows you sent my way over the last 23 years), or a concert on Saturday night – perhaps even something out of town.
The thing about the weekend off is that you don’t have to work and you don’t have to worry that you are not working. My musician friends will find this extremely weird, but I would like to tell them that it is wonderful. I can’t even remember what I did yesterday. Nothing, if I’m not mistaken. Today the family went out and watched some of the Madison Ironman race. We saw the beginning of the marathon stage. They had already swum two and a half miles and ridden 112 miles on the bike. Talk about not having your weekend off!