Target called this morning at 9 and said they were short on cashiers and would I please pretty please come in today and work the front lanes even though it’s my day off please please. My mind was going no, no, you deserve this Saturday off, even though your hours have been cut lately, even though you accidentally paid twice your student loan payment last month, even though you’ve got two vacations coming up, but my mouth was saying fine, I’ll come in at 1 and I’ll stay til 6, because somehow my mouth knew that I needed 40 bucks more than I needed a day of lying in bed and rewatching half of Downton Abbey.