First, while grinding beans for morning coffee, the tune Come Saturday Morning from the old movie Sterile Cuckoo hums around in my head.
[Writing this, I wonder if I can get this movie on Netflix on some rainy afternoon/evening when work has been put away and it's time to indulge. Evidently not on DVD--only VHS tape--what??]
Saturday morning is when I visit old friends on the Internet. They're virtual friends that I've never met and we all have them. I visit their blogs only on Saturday as a treat and read posts all the way back to the prior Saturday. I even have a certain order in which I visit: swiss-miss then not martha then tea and cookies. Then I peruse Tumblr until my second cup of coffee gets cold and I have to start my day.
Some mornings are longer than others as it is inevitable that one link leads to a new discovery, then to another and before long--well, we've all been there. Knowing the distractions, I limit myself to Saturday visits.
At that point, I look at the clock, will myself back to the original blog and finish.