Blasted
at the end of the week
I always have so many plans for the weekends.
Running errands (done! almost!)
Cleaning (um… started! sorta!)
Organizing stuff (heh)
Finishing up writing projects (distant dream)
Do paperwork – sorting, shredding, filing, so on (in another lifetime)
Reading a book (in snatches!)
Doing something fun for me (one of these days!)
I usually am able to make it to midday, Saturday, full of energy and projects – and then it’s as if someone lowers the boom. I don’t actually go to sleep (probably would be better off if I could take a nap, but I’ve never been a napper) but my mind shuts down and my body starts to feel every insult I’ve paid it over the past 50 years, it seems like. I am barely able to get something together for my mom for dinner (never anything fancy, unless we order in) and get her to bed and then I’m done. Too tired to do much else except stare mindlessly on whatever is on the TV.
I feel like I should look like one of those cartoon characters that get too close to the dynamite when it goes off and they wind up plastered against the wall with their hair frizzed in every direction and those little circle things in their eyes and stars revolving around their heads.
That’s me.
Blasted.
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