I could just call Saturday my enforced Sabbath. After letting the dogs out and feeding them breakfast I went to make my coffee. I come back in and a certain little dog had bit through my computer power cord, effectively thwarting my plans of Saturday snowed-in productivity.
I caught up on chores. I did things I enjoyed. And at work on Monday everything that I thought I HAD to do on Saturday by myself got done, and got done better than if I had tried to do it by myself, because I asked for help. Lesson learned.