The weekend has been mercifully sunny. It still surprises me, although it shouldn’t, how much power they, the sun, the moon, the winds have on us. It still surprises me, how much time there is and how much one does when one has “nothing to do.” I start seeing the weekend as reconnection to kairos, full and expansive, uncensored. A time when one can grieve or rejoice without toning down or sweetening up. I’ve done both. I even spent a whole hour sitting on a couch and reading for pleasure and still had time in the evening to prepare for my Mohawk test and write an outline for an intercultural leadership proposal. Weekend is the only time I don’t feel exhausted. I start suspecting that there is something fundamentally broken in my relationship with work.