I’m a fan of the three day weekend, though I confess that the Memorial Day and Labor Day weekends always tend to sneak up on me. I forget about them until they are nigh, and then it’s always a pleasant surprise. One day, I will be able to plan my own surprise birthday party . . . and pull it off.

But there’s something nice about those rare times when you can turn off the alarm for tomorrow morning and sleep in. I get that the term “sleeping in” is probably a scary concept to those of you who are morning people and thrive on being up before the sun. That is not me.

I think I read somewhere that I am not a morning person or a night owl. I’m a kind of permanently exhausted pigeon. Lately, that feels a bit true. I feel like I could at any moment given the opportunity take a nap.

But when 5 am rolls around tomorrow and I just so happen to wake up out of habit, I can simply roll over and go back to sleep. That little thought makes my heart happy.