I guess it was a Slacker Sunday even more so than it was a Slacker Saturday yesterday. I have long considered it a useless exercise to try to get anything done on a Sunday. Of course, in those days I used to get a few things accomplished during the rest of the week. What is it with me and the inability to get anything accomplished?
I did get a run in, but it was not nearly as long as yesterday’s. I said to myself, “Why do I always have to try to be so tough? What do I think you are, a Ukranian?” Still, it was a run and I did it. I made it to the store, purchasing groceries and a few other necessities. I did a load of laundry. I list these things in the forlorn hope of convincing myself that I am not completely useless.
Oh, I am not indulging in self pity over here. I know my life is not wasted. Remember, no life is wasted. One can always stand as a bad example to others.
That was as much as I typed in last night (Sunday). That is, pecked in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, in my bed, before going to sleep (who, me? sleep? well, at least I tried). I felt it was repetitive, boring and whiny. In the spirit of Waste Not, Want Not, I saved it as a draft, appending the headline you see. Now it is Monday morning and I am ten-fingered typing on the dining-room-table-top, and I think that I will use this post. For one reason, I got nuthin’ else.
My thought here is, a bad post is better than no post at all. I shall bill this as a Wrist to Forehead Sunday and hope my readers will bear with me until I can come up with something better.
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