• Weekend‑as‑a‑Service: The Age of Effortless Weekends

    I still remember the first Saturday morning I woke up and realized I had nothing to do. Not in the bored, empty-calendar way. In the liberating, holy-shit-I-don’t-have-errands way. My groceries had been delivered Friday night. The Roomba had done its thing while I slept. My laundry was getting picked up in an hour, and somehow,…