I was going to write about last night’s theatrical triumph at the murder mystery Who Shot JS?. I even had a title picked out, “We Killed Off Jack.” Oh well, maybe not the best title, and perhaps I would have come up with something better. If I would have written that post. Logging on to WordPress, I thought perhaps I should look forward not back, and write about the audition I just had for The Tempest for LiFT Theatre Company of Little Falls. I didn’t do very well but feel I may get a part anyways. Additionally, I ran this morning, so a Sunday Running Commentary is well within the scope of possibility.
But here I sit, typing in a common or garden Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.
I just can’t help it: I am hard-wired to take Sundays off. I am not exactly programmed to work as hard as I ought the rest of the days, either, but let’s take our week 1/7th at a time, as God intended (I use that expression a lot, “as God intended,” although I do not really purport to understand the mental workings of the Almighty).
The nice thing is, for the rest of the week, I have no place I have to be until Friday. Go to work, come home. Run. Do laundry. Clean the house. Make blog posts. Simple, right? Well, I still feel I need to take it a little easy on myself on Sunday. Sue me. In the meantime, I am over 200 words. I am in the bra off, pajama bottoms on, wine sipping, crocheting, TV watching portion of the day. Time to stop typing and get on with the crocheting and TV watching. Happy Sunday, everyone.