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by kwyjibo1230
956 days ago
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Hard to put this succinctly but it has a sense of the sad and exhausted feeling one gets when they're mildly sick and must stay home, and likely stay in bed, to recover but you don't really want to do so. In other words, Sunday is our only true day to rest, the weekday was busy with work and scattered after-work commitments, and Saturday was devoted to a combination of chores and using every last bit of energy you had in the week to enjoy life and friends. So we may try to mentally force ourselves to take a day of rest and limited exertion, which in turn makes it not restful or fulfilling. It's sort of like when you know you need to go to bed on time so that you can have full energy for a busy tomorrow, it somehow makes your sleep worse knowing that. |
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Get some stuff out to do a thing you’ve been meaning to? But you just cleaned the house. If you don’t pick it back up today, it’ll sit out all week. Will you still want to do that next weekend, so it’s not so bad it was cluttering things up? Maybe not, that’s far off. Kids or pets will get into it and mess things up. Better not do that.
Maybe really dig into that math book you started last Sunday. Wait, wtf does any of this mean? Ugh, it’s been too long, you’ll need to backtrack… never mind, this is hopeless.
Pick up that long narrative video game you started last month but haven’t put time into since. Forgot the controls, this part’s too hard now, and you don’t remember what was going on anyway.
TV or reading light fiction and watching the hours ‘till work tick down from the mid-teens, it is. Again.