Blahfternoon
It’s just one of those afternoons that you wish would turn into a night. There’s something comforting about a cover of darkness that doesn’t come with afternoon’s long shadows. There comes a certain point in the afternoon where you know you’re not doing anything for the rest of the day. Hello, that point.
The TV is now going on. That’s the death blow.
oh, maggie - i soooo understand that feeling - i know that place. it’s almost a depression. too late to start something, too early to make supper. just get me out of the house for an hr or so - then i’ll be ok. -