This is normally the point in the weekend when I start to triage, aware that I haven't finished my long list of things which MUST BE DONE, and must now prioritize to use the rest of my evening efficiently. Usually, right about now I am headed upstairs with another load of clean laundry to put away and plans to iron clothes for the week ahead.
I cannot even express how grateful I am that the week ahead requires no ironing, no 5:30 am wake-ups, no lunch-packing, no grading, no meetings, and no lesson plans. It will instead feature hours and hours of reading, workouts in the morning, afternoons of cooking, card games with JT, and plenty of time to put up my feet and enjoy the new sofa.
That's very, very happy.