The Sunday night blues hit around dinner time today. I think it’s a universal feeling for everyone who doesn’t have one of those “do what you love and it’s not work” jobs. Oh, to be so lucky.
But at least I got some things done today—cleaning, of course, but also I sewed a bit. We have towels that were coming unraveled, and I finally got them fixed. I also worked on the furniture I’m redoing for my sister. My hands hurt from pulling out staples. My back hurts from hunching over and sitting on the floor. My chest is aching again. I’m not used to this physical labor! But it feels good in a weird way. I celebrated by making a raspberry galette. Mmmm.
I’m thankful for the weekend, and I’m going to try not to worry about the coming week.