I consider Monday the start of my week.  This is the day I stroll into my office, maybe meet a few clients, but just look busy in general, making a run to the PO box and bank, and taking care of all those things I realized on Saturday I didn't get done during the last work week.

Tuesday is the day I continue through doing various projects, but in my business and the apartment complex as manager.  I look forward to seeing my daughter Christina in the evening, having dinner as a family, but typically she goes off and chats on IM, three-way on the phone, and surfs the web, and of course all of this while doing homework.  After dropping her off, it's time to put out the recycle bins for pickup the following day.

I was born on a Wednesday, and I always liked this day -- as a teenager I used to walk to church for mass on Wednesday evenings as a mid-week reflection.  Most Wednesdays Merry has off, and so it is (like days of yore) "market day" where we shop for groceries at Country Peddler and Aldi's.  At some unpredictable time, our Byrne Dairy milk is delivered, mostly in glass bottles, by Hillside Dairy. Then many a Wednesday or Thursday evening over the years were spent teaching Tai Chi & Chi Kung in community education in various school districts.

Sharecropping on Thursdays at the Native Offerings farm in East Otto means getting up insanely early to drive an hour, spending the next five in the field picking and weeding, and then washing and boxing up organic produce.  It means bringing home a "work share" of the freshest vegetables (and occasionally fruits) I've ever eaten. 

The Hamburg 2 "Leads to Success" chapter of  Business Network International meets at 7am on Fridays, where I give inspiration as the educational coordinator, and exchange business leads with people of various professions.  The rest of the day slips by with end-of-week projects and meetings, as well as the bi-weekly Friday get-together with my daughter for dinner and perhaps some shopping or other errands.

Saturday is filled with personal and other home (and apartment complex projects), or going out to do something with my daughter, depending on weekend.  With no Simpsons at 11pm on TV like on weekdays, we may rent a movie and stay up late just the same.  On rare occasion, we may even go to the beach to have a bonfire late at night.

We go to noon mass at Our Lady of the Sacred Heart RCC church in Orchard Park, setting out a half-hour early to pick up a distant aunt of ours who doesn't drive to come with us, and to arrive early for last-minute choir rehearsal.  A wonderful tea/brunch follows, and the guys may come over later in the evening as on a Saturday, but a movie is less likely.