I used to love Bill Watterson’s comments about the weekend, how its purpose is to lazily pass the time, to do nothing. That hasn’t exactly been my day today, but there is something sacred about the weekend, when, in the white collar modern world at least, you don’t have to earn your living. Things slow down, and there’s more space for thought. It’s almost possible to enter a trance-like state. And it’s important for us to experience down time. It enables us to recharge, to expend our focus and energy on other moments that require our full effort. There are times for activity, and there are times for rest. Long live the weekend.