It feels like a Monday and it’s not. But instead of being relieved, I am feeling as displeased as I would on a Monday.
The week, which is the unkind variety with a working Saturday, feels endless even though there are 3 days to go. There are so many wicked roads to run and mountain of work to summit before Sunday comes around and the week is behind us.
There is a sense of doom that has enveloped me, and a lot of other people by the look on their faces, but I think that comes from having to work while a lot of other people holiday in exotic places.
Or maybe it’s something else but it’s a whole lot simpler to assume that it is something silly and that it will pass.
The week, which is the unkind variety with a working Saturday, feels endless even though there are 3 days to go. There are so many wicked roads to run and mountain of work to summit before Sunday comes around and the week is behind us.
There is a sense of doom that has enveloped me, and a lot of other people by the look on their faces, but I think that comes from having to work while a lot of other people holiday in exotic places.
Or maybe it’s something else but it’s a whole lot simpler to assume that it is something silly and that it will pass.
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