Ode to a Saturday morning.

Is there anything more pure and promising that a Saturday morning?

Now I might have my biases. I was born on a Saturday, afterall, and my first job carrying papers... well there was no Saturday edition, so that was my day off. Cartoons or tv shows, sure I once liked em well enough, but that's definitely not it.

It's the promise: the whole day stretched out in front of you once you get a few basic chores done. The outdoors calls. The day is yours. You could sleep in sure, but why bother? It's Saturday! Every blessed minute of it.

Some like nights: Saturday Night even has a movie going for it. But that kind of lifestyle fades fast, whereas those of us who would vouch for Saturday mornings maybe have made it a lifelong preference.

Sorry -- no clues here as to where I'm going, what I'll be doing today. Best days, I've found, you leave the house not really knowing where you'll end up before it's time to come back home. Just an inkling in mind. Saturdays are promising like that... and they deliver.

It's the freedom, baby.

So go, if you're done checking in online with the usual suspects, go on get out there and see what awaits you this day. Saturday. All the possibilities in the world lay within your reach this morning... Go and make it a great day; you owe it to yourself!

You really do.