What a waste of a long-deserved weekend. I finally woke up at around ten-thirty and did not get out of bed until way after eleven. During the week, I get up every morning at six o'clock sharp and it's a mad rush for me to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast (jam on bread and coffee) and then hastily cycle to town in order to catch the train to Amsterdam in time. Now on the first day of the weekend, I am already five hours behind the usual day routine. Oh well, I guess I needed the rest and relaxation, even if it meant lying around in bed with a semi-comatose mentality.