Most Saturday mornings, Scott and I head to one of our favorite neighborhood diners for breakfast. While others may prefer fancy dinner dates at the newest restaurants (if I must be honest, I am okay with those from time), breakfast out is more of our thing.
We are early risers, so we tend to get there between 8 and 9 a.m. - long before the rest of Manhattan wakes up.
That gives us a nice, calm setting - by NYC standards - to enjoy our coffee and eggs, and just enjoy spending time with each other.
Every Saturday morning, I have an ambitious list of things that I absolutely most definitely plan to do during the weekend. Check all of those things off of the to do list that I didn't get done during the week. Do the laundry. Do the closet changeover from winter to summer - which, believe it or not, still has not happened.
Of course, a lot of this never happens. We take long walks around the city - and I spend endless hours reading the weekend newspapers, since I have to zip through them pretty quickly on weekdays. Suddenly, Sunday night rolls around and I haven't gotten things done. But, Scott and I have spent tons of time together, perhaps had friends over for lunch after church on Sunday, and just enjoyed being home together.
Is it just me, or does this happen to anyone else? What are you doing - or what do you plan to do - this weekend?