Let-Me-Sleep Sunday

There are days when you feel too lazy to move. You wake up, get dressed, start doing something and feel like you're still dreaming. There are things you must do; wash clothes, make lunch, wash dishes, wash the car. But you can't seem to get the verve to do them. Then there are things you like to do and have time for. So you set everything up. But at the moment of putting pen to paper or opening the book and reading where you left off, the energy departs and you feel happy just in thinking about doing your favorite things. The sun is shining, a warm breeze is lazily flowing in through the open window, the temperature is just right, and you feel good.

We all have those days we just want to lounge. Gratefully, mine fell on a Sunday. Sitting here, in my study, smelling the fresh, sweet smell of flowers from our garden, with a glass of wine before me further draining energy and replacing it with a comfortable lassitude, I'm wishing tomorrow weren't Monday.