So much work to catch up on, so little desire to do it.
J’ever have a Sunday like that? I put off some tasks so the Thriller and I could watch Argo last night (I’d seen it, but he hadn’t), and now I’m behind the 8-ball with school stuff. I’m trying to care more about it, but failing.
I’m ready to put this septimanis horribilis behind me now. It was definitely a horrible week, beginning last Sunday night, when we first noticed Rousseau refusing food and water, through his listlessness and increasing weakness on Monday, followed by the vet visit on Tuesday, through his death on Wednesday and the following days of grief. And while we’re still struggling without him in our lives, we’re trying to move forward. It’s been a week of tears, but also a week of great comfort from our family and friends. That means a lot.
But the coming rains today kind of match my mood. So I may get rhythm section parts written today, and I may not. All depends on how I feel, and on what’s playing at the matinee.
I vote for being a layabout; a sluggard. What say you?