Saturday morning and it’s like a real weekend again because I’m not working the jobs where I’m currently underemployed (but thankful to have). Like being a kid again except instead of Saturday morning cartoons I read the news and ate low-fat Greek yogurt with oatmeal and honey mixed in. No one is at the house. My father is in South America skiing. My mom went to go visit family. Since nobody is home to disrupt my fantasy I decided to borrow one of their cars I could potentially have purchased with the reasonable compensation I receive from my imaginary personally-rewarding job. Now that you guys have some backstory, I’ll let you know that I’m sitting at a coffee shop contemplating my random existence. Periodically I peek out the window to check on the unnecessarily-luxurious vehicle I borrowed. I must maneuver…