Every other Saturday is different right now. On the Saturdays where I have the house to myself, I usually plan to write and sometimes it even happens. Sometime

Every other Saturday is different right now. On the Saturdays where I have the house to myself, I usually plan to write and sometimes it even happens. Sometimes I write in a cafe, other times at home. Other times I spend too much time fiddling with formatting and catching up on plotting that I waste the day and don't end up writing much at all. Today, I woke up at 9am. Put on my sunscreen, made the bed, fed the cats. Took one of my cats out for a morning walk. It is autumn and it's beautiful outside, perfect for a chilly scenic walk. Then, I got home and made instant coffee. Now I'm in my office trying to write, but instead fiddling with my writing software and writing this comment. I hope I'll get there. On the Saturdays when I don't have the house to myself, usually my boyfriend and I have been biking or walking to a cafe. Last Saturday we spent some time working on our laptops (writing in my case), and then watched several episodes of Rings of Power. These Saturdays are less planned for me because it also depends on what he wants to do. This is our first time trying to live together, and I'm still a little less comfortable with these Saturdays. I'm uncertain in my planning of the day: not wanting to waste our time together by just being lazy every weekend, but also not wanting to feel a bunch of pressure to plan some big outing or something. On the Saturdays like this one, where I'm alone and either finished writing or given up on trying to write, I'll probably watch some YouTube or a show on HBO, basically laze around and relax. I also hope to do some reading in the evening, if I can manage to put away the laptop.