on my mind: beating the sunday blahs

Every Sunday I get the blahs.  It’s like clockwork — as the sun starts its descent, I start getting blah.  I could write a book right now about why the blahs hit me on Sunday, but I won’t as that would increase blah.  For the last few weekends, I’ve let myself marinate in the blah-ness and I’ve just gotten more blah and brought David down with me.  But today I’ve worked to acknowledge the blahs but be productive in them.

So here’s what I’ve done today:

1. Went to church and I understood most of the sermon.
2. Walked to and from church (about 1.5 miles round-trip).
3. Fed pork fat scraps (from last night’s NC BBQ) to the bloc dogs.
4. Made wheat bread.
5. Made chocolate chip cookies and I ate only 2 (my pity party offering to myself).
6. Tried a new recipe for refried beans using kidney beans as we’re having Mexican for dinner.
7. Organized photos on my computer.
8. Worked out on the TRX.
9. Snuggled with my cat.
10. Started a new book (thanks, Alex)
11. Did a load of laundry (yes, sinful on a Romanian Sunday, but necessary).
12. Blogged at the request of my darling mother.

So we shall see how my strategy works of keeping super busy to keep the blahs from over-blah-ing me.