Sunday afternoons

“In the end, it was Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in at about 2:55 when you know you’ve taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul.”
– Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Sunday afternoons really are the worst. No matter how the rest of the week has gone, this is the time when I just feel I can’t cope any more. I’ve had that listless feeling Adams describes so eloquently since, oh, about an hour after I woke up this morning.  It’s a good thing I made plans to take the kids to a movie this afternoon. We’re off shortly to see “Clash of the Titans” (in 3-D) and then get dinner.

Note to self: Must make regular plans for Sunday afternoons.


~ by hourbeforedawn on April 4, 2010.

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