a ritual for sanity

On Sunday evening you do those things that help you somewhat feel OK about the coming week, especially if you are working class. I wash and comb my rich hair, I polish my nails, I make sure that my clothes and shoes and purses are in order. I spray my plants, I gather the magazines and books and CDs in one place, and I make sure that there are cigarettes and wine for at least three days. I display fresh flowers in vases, I check that the refrigerator contains more than air, and I throw all the garbage away. I try really hard not to contemplate the dreams I began the week-end with and even harder to seek the challenge in working for another yet one more week. On Sunday evening, if you keep yourself busy and go to bed early, you will avoid the sadness that creeps in. It's like the flying lesson: jump, get distracted, and you will miss the ground. Before you know it, Monday will take charge and long-term plans will be, again, postponed. Image found here.

Update, May 18th: It certainly feels better when another feels the same. Thank you, Dennis.