I’m going camping, so the workweek is short. I don’t like disrupting routine, so I’m dreading this trip, even though it’s a vacation. After the trip itself has become a routine, I’ll dread coming back.
I get a lot of work done during the week, and miss a lot of sleep, and get too much sleep done on the weekends, so I always come to this point, sometime near the end of Sunday, where I feel the entire break’s been wasted. I don’t know if it’s because of or in spite of schedules.
I prefer the night. I can do the things I like. Solitary things, like driving. If I could, I’d probably not sleep.
It’s getting to be that time of year where the weather stops being so hot and you get more moody, foggy days like this. This is the best time of year.