Today arrived with that marvelous feeling that arises from waking up on one’s own without the aid an alarm clock. You know the feeling, that almost physical happiness resulting from being well rested that is often accompanied by a feeling of optimism and sometimes by an enthusiasm for productivity. I had that enthusiasm today. It was strong when I stepped out of bed and it was hopeful as I sipped my morning coffee. After a leisurely morning of reading and browsing around on the internet I began to sense that it was time to make use of my enthusiasm and get to work. There was no shortage of things to be done and I meant to conquer all. It was then that I began to notice that my enthusiasm had been mislaid.
I am sorry to say that on noticing my enthusiasm gone optimism began to wane.
In the absence of both enthusiasm and optimism I soon resigned myself to the prospect of a very lazy day. Once resigned I poked about the house lethargically and told myself that as this was my first day off this week I could indulge in a day of rest. By late afternoon I realized that I had made a few accomplishments after all. Not only had I enjoyed a cup of tea from a very special cup, I had also watched an episode of Inspector Morse. I will not tell you about cleaning the bathroom, folding the laundry or mopping the floor for that would wreck my story of indolence. I will tell you, though, that to neatly top off my lazy day I ate chips and salsa for dinner. Salsa is very much like salad, I think.
Tomorrow will be a brand new day and possibly an energetic one. As for that hoard of undone chores…they will still be there in the morning.
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