Sundays come with such a bitter sweet edge that develops over the course of the day. I don’t think it is just me.
The mornings are lovely. You have had over 24 hours to do as you please, to see friends, to read the newspaper and sip coffee. As the day goes on you get ever closer to this very time that I am tapping out this blog.
Outside is black, dinner has been had and you start to think about the week ahead. The list of meetings that will consume, the tasks that aren’t fun but need to get done and all those other things that will suddenly become important.
It is not inspiring.
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