I spent all of yesterday feeling like it was Sunday instead of Saturday. I had all the usual “Sunday” symptoms. I dropped just about everything. What I didn’t drop seemed to fall out at me, jump away from me or else somehow managed to escape.
I spent a bit of time reading since my legs were in so much pain. Even the pages in the book conspired against me by either being stubbornly against turning or by trying to turn back. I gave up and spent some time cutting out fabric pieces. Most ended up wonky because nothing was cooperating with me.
I cooked sausages for tea. Every one of them tried to fight my desire for them to turn just so in order that they would cook evenly.
By the end of the evening just about everything was annoying me. As I readied for bed, I tried to be positive and tell myself “At least my “Sunday” is over and out of the way now”.
No such luck!
Today is a “Sunday” proper. On top of the above symptoms, I am also struggling to type properly. I keep making typos and spelling as if I am dyslexic. And I’m not!
I have plenty that needs to get down around the house but I am loathe to start anything under the circumstances. I’m just not keen for a full-on repeat of yesterday’s palaver. It is annoying and frustrating. It makes me wonder if there is something wrong with me. Are my fingers incapable of receiving messages from my brain properly now? I’m sure that’s nonsense but cannot think of anything else to explain why everything I touch goes wonky. Perhaps the stars are not in a good alignment for me. Who knows?
Beyond the irritation, I am also angry. Angry at life for giving me 2 “Sundays” in a row. I feel unfairly penalised. What have I done to deserve this double sentence? I feel victimised, mistreated and abused. Can I not just have a pleasant Sunday for once? Please?