What I remember of Sunday is that when I went to sleep in the morning it was still overcast and occasionally sprinkly, and when I woke up, the late afternoon was improbably bright and sunny. The air outside was pleasantly balmy, but I'm so out of the habit that I didn't think to open the windows to capture some of it. I ate something, since forgotten, from the microwave and looked at something, now also forgotten, on the Internet. Then the unintentional nap. Now I wonder if I should drink breakfast orange juice, which will mean the day has begun. I'm not sure I want it to. Something in the back of my mind tells me I ought to try to get back to sleep. It might not be possible. Sometimes I feel like a spy who has been dropped behind enemy lines without any instructions. And I don't even remember which side is which.
Maybe I should just drink the damned orange juice but put a shot in it, so I can pass it off as a late nightcap. Then watch some more harp videos and see what happens. Nobody should expect too much from Monday anyway.