Saturdays are just the best

I had a teacher in high school who, on Fridays, would often say, "Tonight we sleep the sleep of death." Nothing morbid insinuated ... she just meant that we tend to sleep the hardest and the best on Friday nights.

Well, that's not always the case with me, but it sure was last night. I mean I slept HARD, deep and long. (well, long for me that is - 9 hours).

So I woke up cheerfully and moseyed on downstairs to check out the temperature. I knew it was supposed to be warm this weekend, but I was cautiously optimistic about just how warm it might be.

The thermometer read 41 degrees. At 8 am.

I might have been beyond cheerful at this point. Not exactly giddy, but somewhere in between the two. Not having to put on two layers of running tights, three layers on top and a face mask to shield me from sub-zero wind chill on my morning run definitely warrants rejoicing.

And even better, the day progressed so nicely! For the first time in a while, I had a wide open Saturday in front of me, with nothing I had to do.

So Matt and I ran errands, I experimented with spare ribs in the slow cooker, cleaned the house a little - just enough to feel a little better about how things look around here, but not so much that I feel exhausted, and even just sat on the couch soaking in the silence and looking out the window at the warm weather. (yes, it even looked warm outside)

There might be a three-way tie for the day's high point, because I can't decide if the good night's sleep, the warm weather or our excursion downtown was the best part of the day. We had lunch at Good Girls go to Paris Crepes, which is literally a hole in the wall in downtown Detroit. Like in Paris, you order your crepes at a little window, and can watch them being made in a kitchen that's just a little bit larger than my not so large bedroom closet.

After lunch, we made a quick trip to Detroit's Eastern Market. While the offerings are much slimmer in the winter months, it's actually kind of nice and not as overwhelming.

I could go on and on, but I think you're getting the picture. Saturdays, well, at least this one, are just the best.