Fresh as a daisy? Weekend maths

This past week and a half has definitely been one of the best weeks in my life. Planning, travelling, sightseeing, socialising, a potatoes&cheese diet, active and proactive listening are great fun indeed! But jeez, they are tiring! I've always assessed my level of tiredness based on what I was doing at weekends.

The first three years Edinburgh weekends = parties. Ok, maybe not every single weekend, but quite a few. You only live once, right?

Weekends in fourth year = dinners and quiet nights in (with some great company, I have to say). We seemed to realise that there was too much work to do for us to go out and then spend the whole of Sunday recovering.

Weekends during my master's = reading newspapers, watching the news, drinking tea and meeting friends. One's got to do what one's got to do.

Now, I seem to only have (de)Lux weekends. This time my Saturday can be summarised as follows:

- 17 hours of sleep hybernation
- 2 hours spent tidying up my flat
- 3 loads of laundry
- 30 euros spent on food for the week
- 1 long shower
- 1 great coffee (sadly enough, weekends are the only time when I manage to have good coffee)
- 2 chapters read from a very good book

The result? 

And suddenly the dormant party animal inside me awakened to this song. Not my kind of music at all, usually, but I guess I just needed to dance. With my face mask on, of course.