Sundays are the worst day of the week. You’re neither here nor there. I want to accomplish everything but it’s like “ should I leisurely enjoy this day” ( hiking, bicycle adventure, gardening or painting or writing) or do I tackle a major sewing project and touch up painting the base boards?
I ended up ironing everything and finishing all the laundry, vacuuming, dishes, and insignificant stuff that felt so major. Then at sunset went out for a walk with my husband and bought ice cream pops and enjoyed in a nice secluded local park.
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