If I was a cat I would feel like today was a good day. I ate, I slept, I took a little walk, I had food prepared for me.
I really shouldn’t feel any differently than my cats do about the day. After all, it is Sunday. But as a human I feel like the day has dribbled out of my hands, time has just floated by like a slow river.
If I was vacationing some place sunny and gorgeous, I probably would have thought it was a perfect day.
Why do I think I need to be on vacation to have a restful weekend? Something is upside down in my brain!