Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 15 May 2016
Sunday is a time for melancholy for me, as the weekend ends. I have often blogged about the Sunday feeling. So I try as much as possible to keep myself and thus my mind active, or rather to keep myself active and my mind braindead, by doing house chores. I spend a good part of Sunday cleaning and tidying. It is my usual objective, anyway. Because Sunday is not so much the day of house chores as the day of procrastination: I avoid doing house chores as much as possible because in the end, it does nothing to my melancholy. The Sunday feeling remains. I guess my procrastination is a symptom of it. Am I the only one feeling this on Sunday? I am unwilling to perform boring, simple tasks.