Come Saturday Morning - or is it Sunday?

Roads are paved, intentions are laid, and though it may seem as if a new day has begun (granted, it is as dark as midnight, presently), we are writing on Saturday night - for there has been a continuation of the day started hours before.  The onus of owning the name of the day during which a continuous wakeful state occurs, surely belongs to the morning on which one awakened.  In other words - some may call this Sunday - I, for reasons revolving around a certain commitment made (and honoured) to write here every day, consider this still to be Saturday - get the picture?  Yes, it’s ‘late’ Saturday night - but I am here!  Unfortunately, I have nothing to say at the moment, other than to say - I am tired - exhausted, really - and therefore - I’m going to bed!  Good Night!  (Is this a ‘cheat’ of an entry?  I don’t know…)