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I like them better than Mondays I suppose.
Nothing religious about them to me, but I am not religious, so ...
When I was newly sober I used to resent Saturdays terribly because I felt like I was never having enough "fun". I though I was supposed to be out having "fun" on Saturday night, and I wasn't. But the truth be told, even when I drank, Saturdays weren't all that much fun, either. There are few bigger lies in life than "happy hour" down at the bar. At least for an alcoholic, anyway. Maybe normal drinkers could stop in and have a good time. I never could. I was on a mission in pursuit of some kind of delusional ecstatic bliss that alcohol could only fake, but I had no idea how else to pursue it. I wasted a lot of years chasing down that rabbit hole.
Now days Saturdays are just another day. And they are all pretty good, to tell the truth. I have no big expectations or delusions about ecstatic happiness. But I have found ways of finding real joy in the 'everyday'. And I'm good with that.