So, this weekend, I had very clear plans. On Saturday, I would get up on the early side, walk the dog, do my grocery shopping, and head out to a friend's housewarming party. When I got home from the party I would read and rest until it was time to prepare a late dinner. Then, Sunday would be dedicated to rest since it's the linchpin between several busy weeks.

Right. That didn't happen at all.

I came home early on Friday, exhausted beyond words. I spent the evening watching tv and napping. Despite said naps, I still overslept Saturday morning. That got me a late start to the party. Combined with a very slow subway, by the time I got home, it was just about time to cook. Dinner was wonderful, but when putting leftovers away, I discovered that the door seal had failed, so the door wouldn't stay shut. I taped the door shut for the night and started researching new refrigerators.

First thing Sunday it was off to purchase a new fridge, cart it home, get it into the house, transfer food, and take the old fridge to the recycling center. (Thank God for an exceedingly patient and handy boyfriend with a truck!) Then we had to restore order to the house — stuff had to be moved to exchange the fridges. Then of course, cook dinner. My restful day ended up being a 9 hour marathon. I didn't even get to read the Sunday paper until this morning.

But the upending of my weekend plans doesn't mean that I stop planning. It means that I rearrange my plans for this week to be as productive as possible while still leaving some extra time for rest. Plans aren't a straitjacket. They are guides to keep you on the path to your destination of choice.