1 year ago 🥁 for day 313, 2020 with 280 words.

Sunday Teatime

Exercise: shopping.
Keyboard: just a little.

“In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know that you've had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.”
          - Douglas Adams

During our hike around a local reservoir yesterday, both myself and my wife came to the conclusion that as we had waiting until late afternoon - so that all the early morning joggers and dog walkers would be gone - that it felt like Sunday.

This in itself was rather pleasing. It meant we could experience Sunday twice, once on Saturday and then again today (the real Sunday).

Which as work-weeks have been very stressful for the last 6-7 months, having an extra day before starting in again on another stressful week was very welcome.

The problem with two Sundays was realizing when it was starting to get dark at 4pm and you had spent two hours booking a hotel for three nights in Tahoe, that John Oliver wasn't going to be on for another 4 hours, plus it was too early to eat that you were indeed most definitely entering the long dark teatime of the soul.

In other news, it rained today - for a good 5-10 minutes, then stopped.

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By Yorick Phoenix 🥁

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