110: Midweek

You wake to a dark day.

You picture the sun rise in your head. Over mountains. Over seas.

When, in reality, it looks like this outside.

And the thought of leaving your bed is one you wish not to entertain.

You know the day will go on without you, but you get up all the same. And you eat.

No, not this.

Because who has the time?

This.

Always this.

Minus the sunshine.

The day ahead stretches out in front of you. Vast and gaping. Like a black hole...

Of washing.

Of (compulsory) reading. Never as fun as the I-do-if-for-myself kind.

Of work. Meaning a stressful morning.

So you stop. You close your eyes. Breathe.

Have a mid-morning break.

(And why the hell not?)

Then back to the grind.

Oh, and more.

Before this. Only less exciting. And for one.

Then this.

(Too true)

Before.

Because there's always this.  

Of course, dinner time calls.

And you wish your kitchen looked like this.

Because, instead, you have to put up with this.

Night time rears its head.

The sun sets.

One more.

Then, before you know it, midweek is over and you're one step closer to the weekend.

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