Sunday, Sunday. I am approaching the end of my Sunday.
Relax, guys! Monday isn’t that bad!
I feel it is wrong to spend all or even part of Sunday dreading Monday. I feel I should be able to find enough to appreciate during the week that weekends are not my only enjoyable times. I mean, think about it: what kind of a life is that, when you hate five days and only like two. And you can’t even completely like one of the two, because the dreaded specter of Monday haunts the second weekend day. What’s that all about?
This sounds like some half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday than Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
I have had an active Sunday. I went on a long run up College Hill, running longer than I did last weekend. I went grocery shopping. I mowed the front and back lawns then spent some time hacking and pulling some of the overgrown stuff out back. I cooked a semi-elaborate dinner, making up the recipe as I went along. I have not really cooked in a long time. I watched several movies while re-reading Regency romance by Georgette Heyer the mistress of such things.
Now I have made a blog post of questionable interest but at least 200 words. My next goal is to find something to enjoy on Monday. And to make a better blog post. I hope you will stay tuned.
Mohawk Valley Girl 