saturday.......

Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them. The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it
Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.How pleasant is Saturday night,
When I've tried all the week to be good,
And not spoke a word that was bad,
And obliged everyone that I could.