… one of those days when getting out of bed seems like the wrong option… one of those days when your bones are tired and your brain is tired and you are just infitively, metaphysically, inexplicable tired… one of those day when you know you should take advantage of this improbable sunny day, but you don’t want to… one of those days when, if you are completely honest to yourself, you would be perfectly happy to enjoy the aforementioned dying star from a chair with a book in your hands… one of those days when you do, however, drag yourself outside because the dog is looking at you and making you feel guilty… one of those days when you admit to yourself it is wonderful to be alive after all and the warm air that smells of spring and new possibilities is good for the soul… one of those days when you amble around the park opposite your house, crocheting a small trim to cover a wooden coat hanger (idle hands are the devil’s tool after all) because taking the car and driving somewhere is too much effort and the dog is happy with the stick you throw for him anyway so you both win… one of those days you know you’ll have to find a thousand words for an essay that will not change the world but you’ll do it anyway because otherwise you will not know how to get to the end of one of those days…

PS… the photo is not from that day.