Where some mornings are marked by strange lassitudes that have me sailing in a calm boat wherein I let myself unwind in the morning in my room and slowly sip my tea there are others which begin with the force of a hundred suns, the kinds that have me rushing headlong into an incoming cyclone of chores as it was today and it's a few minutes after ten that I finally have my cup of tea and sit chilling under air conditioner and I'm happy not a bit.
Well Saturday it is then.
I have things compiled in my head which if only I could being to fruition.
My heart isn't in strenuous exercises these days. And why?
Just the heat I say. Even after the cold ac I don't find myself wanting to jump and exercise the way I usually would and I hope to find that vigour back and restart.
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