Weekends mean I get a chance to clean up. Saturday and Sunday I get home from work with plenty of life left in the day, at about the time I should ordinarily be waking up. So of course I do things like putting away dishes, shopping, taking out collected garbage, collecting the assortment of water cups that have collected around the apartment and putting them in the sink to go in the washing queue, taking things that really belong in the closet or the bathroom and putting them there, and so on and so forth.
Mondays are not good for getting anything functional done, because I tend to sleep until at least noon, and then I have to get out to go give plasma, because I have to do something constructive on my days off, and anyway, my plasma money is my expendable cash for things like fuel, laundry, and non-essential and/or I-don't-want-to-cook foodstuffs. It's a generous allowance to give myself, and I'm proud of myself for mostly being able to stay within those bounds.
Tuesdays are a little better. I don't generally have anything to do, so I can stay home and get my electronic life cleaned up and put back in order, in between straightening the apartment. The apartment's still a wreck, of course, but it keeps things from getting supercritical too fast. If I have any essential errands, they're usually for Tuesdays.
Wednesdays are dreadful from a getting-things-done perspective. I'm generally up way late the night before, so I sleep in, and then I have to zoom out after the usual morning stuff straight to the plasma place, and from there, to writing group. I haven't been doing well of late on the timing of that, and have been coming late to writing group. I haven't been writing much either; too much busy with not enough sleep. Not even much writing on paper from work.
I'll see what I can do, though. There are things in my brain that need to come out, and it's the weekend. And that means cleaning house.