Sunday, 24 June 2018

Sun Sun day day

The only gripe I have with Sunday's is that they fall on a Sunday, that is to say, a day before Monday and though I harbour little animosity towards Monday (not like it's Tuesday, right?) I do dislike with a budding passion the need to be productive in that nearly profitable way the moment a week begins its life.
I mean yes it's gratifying and this whole business like slaving shoots you with energy but breaking the momentum to enter that constructive phase tends to be a bit of a bother.
Right, so Sunday and the ennui is real.
I like how we or rather me tends to allot certain chores for Sunday's specifically and as Sunday rolls in those chores in question feel like an albatross around your or rather my neck, because I'd rather kick back and do nothing rather than scrub the insides of my porcelain bathtub and scour dirt off my balcony floors, but seeing how they're chores, they tend to be crucial even if not as critical to a good life, one that you've promised to spend with constant improvements.
So here I am, amidst twinkling floors and sparkling mirrors griping about how Sunday ought not to fall on a Sunday only to write pleasing things about a happy Monday if I come across one that is.

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