I woke around 7:00 and while still in the hang of my sleep, I had a quaint feeling about the week ahead. My mind raced to think of the Monday chores, the un finished work at my office and all the backlogs. Then yet again, I had a second thought about what day I had woke up to. Is it still Sunday or Monday morning?
My trance mind zeroed in for clues… did I shop on Saturday, did I go to church, did I talk to my wife… and finally I got the answer. Wow, it’s just Sunday only…. There is more going in for this day and more rest before the daily rush hour comes to play..
Never had this feeling. I’m short of words to express my feeling on how I though Sunday is just breaking up and I’ve still miles to go before I reach Monday and more to go before I reach my office….
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