It’s not so much that I mind tomorrow being Monday. It is more that I let another weekend go by without accomplishing much. Then again, what did I hope to accomplish? One might argue that I did not plan to fail, I failed to plan. I hate it when people talk in sound bites.
One might also argue that weekends are for relaxing and recharging one’s batteries. Do I feel recharged? I don’t know, but at least I do not feel overly depleted. I forgot where I was going with this.
A good part of today was spent watching movies. I enjoyed the Kenneth Branagh Murder on the Orient Express. I found it to be a very sad movie, though, so I went back to my beloved Columbo (I don’t need to show the picture of Peter Falk again, do I?).
I popped in The Terror, because I find these old, cheesy horror movies relaxing.
Oh dear. I looked through my Media Library for a graphic from Dementia 13, the next movie I watched. Finding none, I downloaded one. Somehow in the process, I added the above shot of my husband, Steve, and our friend Tracy at the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer, NY. I just can’t bring myself to delete it so beg your pardon for the digression.
I did bring myself to delete the downloaded picture from Dementia 13, because it turned out too small. I don’t know how to change the size.
I see I have gotten over 250 words with this nonsense. I am going to call that respectable and go back to not accomplishing much. I hope you are having a lovely Sunday.