Many Saturdays, I sleep late, or as late as an old fart can, eat, catch up on laundry, run, nap, bike, maybe step out to eat, and crash. Rinse and repeat. A lot. This Saturday was about the same except for the afternoon's intervention in which a young lady came by, made me go to the orchid farm, tour old town Apex, hopscotch on the sidewalk, and then eat fried green tomatoes and tofu. If that's not worth a card, I don't know what is.