The weekend is mine

It is Saturday before daylight and I got bacon and sausage on the stove cooking. I am about half way through my coffee, when I realize that my sister Glendon will start her weekend job in less than a half an hour and will work till four in the afternoon. It sure seems like it will be a long day for her. When I came home from work last evening, mom started talking to me about the events of the day. I couldn't stay outside too long, because the bugs were starting to bite me on top of my head and on my face and on my legs. I was worried about getting red welt marks from the bites. It didn't happened. I came in and took an evening bath and the bugs were gone . I was feeling more normal. I am happy to have the weekend. The weekend belongs to me.