If I wake up early, I will try and relax but be slightly productive by tidying up. Then I’ll make some tea before sitting and deciding what to do. Sunday scaries aren’t even on the horizon because the day is pregnant with potential. It’s easy for thst potential to shrivel up and miscarry though. Sometimes I’ll waste hours reading the news, other times I will read a book or play a video game.

Once it gets close to noon and the day no longer feels young I’ll begin to get anxious. Maybe I have some bigger chores to do that I shouldn’t put off. Or maybe the feeling that the day is lost merges with a similar feeling about life, which urges me to do something, anything, with my time.

If I’m not careful, time can pass with nothing being accomplished and it’s suddenly almost 5. The weekend is gone and it’s time to enter self care mode. That usually means good food and entertainment in one form or another. As it gets dark I’ll start trying to stop time with booze or a bit of weed as I indulge myself with sports or a movie.

Then it’s time for bed.