Weekdays are rather mundane things.
They have the potential to be much more, but tend to be rather routine. Point A to point B, typically following the same path. Hitting snooze the same number of times. Making the bed from the left side first.
There is comfort in routines, but there is also boredom. . .
I suppose I’m comfortable with my current boredom and thankful that I have reason to break from routine tomorrow night when we dine with Mike & Karen and talk more about our trip to NYC in April.
It’s just been a really slow day and I’d love something exciting to happen. The good kind of exciting, not the scary/bad kind of exciting. My brain is getting kind of mushy from excessive web surfing.