Sundays

9 Jun

It may be Saturday, but today I’m feeling Sunday.  To me, Sundays feel like empty days, where there’s nothing to do, nothing to see, just relax and be there.  Perfect day for lying in a hammock or just daydreaming, but the mind is not there for harder tasks than that.  It’s the sort of day where I start a book a dozen times and cannot think about it, where, if I was on the net I would just wander from site to site looking at things.  The head is drowsy, the body’s feeling slow.  Going anywhere feels like an enormous effort.  It’s not an unhappy place, but it’s also not a productive place, like being mildly sedated.  I guess we all need that from time to time.

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