Slow Weekend


I didn’t have much motivation over the weekend. A part of me wants to blame the haze of smoke, which persisted for both days and left me feeling wrung out, dried out, and worn out; as if I were on the verge of coming down with a cold. At every turn I found myself reaching for a snack. At every turn I found myself pitching head first into a nap.

It’s frustrating when this happens: especially when it happens to me on a weekend. I spend my week days thinking “Well, I’ll have more time on the weekend- for reading, for writing, for working on this or that project, etc.” And then the weekend will roll around and I just don’t wanna do anything. Right now, it seems that I especially Just Don’t Wanna do anything that requires too much sustained concentration or brain power. Mindless tasks like doing the laundry or putting the final stitches into a dress I seem to be able to manage just fine. If it’s something that I can start-and-finish within about twenty minutes I find I can usually accomplish it without undue ado. But even the thought of trying to sit down and read for an hour or to work on one of my myriad writing projects, or to dedicate an hour or two of time and focus to an arts craft becomes an insurmountable job that makes me want to just lie down as if I’ve been with vapors.

So, I got a handful of small things done over the weekend, but not much of note: I finished the dress I was working on. The Curmudgeonly Lion and I took in the recycling (which was approaching waist depth in the back of the minivan). I did my reading for my writer’s group. I made pesto. But other than that I don’t have much to report.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on September 14, 2020.

6 Responses to “Slow Weekend”

  1. Mission log…09142020… She did very little things this weekend. Red-haired captain of the Curmudgeony Enterprise, out. 😛

  2. Though my area does not have the chronic fires spreading the evil red haze, there has been something in the air that has been making me feel like a lazy cat, just wanting to lounge around be frisky with whoever decides to lay next to me.

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