It’s funny how Saturday at 10AM it felt like the day was stretching on and on, in that glorious way a Saturday morning can – the 3 hours I’d been up feeling like far longer in the wonderful, unhurried way of an unrushed weekend. Sunday, let alone Monday, was a distant speck on the horizon.
Yet Sunday flies past like a high-speed train, even if I fill both days similarly.
And (blink) Monday is here. Again. Full of its too-early-wakings and too-much-to-do. Following Sunday as inevitably as night follows day.
Ah well. Time to go face it, then.
Have a good day, y’all.