It’s the end of Sunday here. Sunday evening. I have, for decades, found this to be a depressing time. I always attributed it to having to return to work the next day. Now, though, I cannot say that is the reason for feeling depressed. Tomorrow should be lovely, it’a a Ladies Who Lunch day.
Today was a lovely day, weather-wise, and even activity-wise. I got gas and cash on my way to church this morning. It all went easily. Church service was very good, the message and the music were uplifting. I chatted with friends afterwards, even eating a piece of cake.
After I got home and fixed lunch, the day seemed to dwindle away. I didn’t want to do anything. Not even go outside in the beautiful sunshine. I accomplished nothing except to make a batch of caramel corn. Terry helped with dinner so that wasn’t too hard, either. I feel pretty useless right now. And not very happy.
I’m hoping tomorrow will be better. Better in all ways.