… so the long weekend is in full flow and here I am, Sunday night at 8pm doing what I do always… watching the re-run of West Wing Season 1 and debating in my head if vengeance is human and if the state can kill, a debate better not discussed.
And also that I have nothing to do is sort of discomforting to the point that I just can’t believe the bay so eulogized in such versatile penmanship is falling so flat in front me. I just can’t seem to like it is the point and not one reason to state the cause is fuddling.
So reading up on long weekends lead me to the French and their ways. Three day weekends is a norm, I hear, and that 10hrs workdays are more productive they have proved. Hmm… I would surely love that even though the impact of that on my tender wallet may be disastrous to my well laid out plans to full-fill materialistuic desires.
But anyways, the weekend has served the purpose of resting to the core and exploring what little that is in reach…