Because Chris is always gone on Sunday afternoon and evening, somehow I always slip into a funk on those days. I waste my day doing very little, and I sit on the couch all day. I get very little effective work done.
But today I want to make a change. It helps that it's gorgeous and hot outside (I had the opportunity to spend the day at the lake, but I really ought to get this reading done). Instead of keeping myself cooped up in here, I'm going to take my landlady's advice and read out on the back lawn. I'll set up in the shady spot under the great big trees, take some water and a peach with me, and read this the essay "Culture" by Modris Eksteins in this book.
After that, I'll allow myself to come inside, and I'll do some searching for books that I want to include in my Cultural History reading list. It's a difficult topic to nail down, and especially to choose just fifty books. I could take it in so many different directions, because it feels like everyone's defining "culture" in drastically different ways.
My other attack against the Sunday Funk will be to cook a proper supper. I'm bad at Sunday supper, when I'm cooking alone. (See: bacon and canned fruit for supper.)
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I'm sitting beside a Mary. She's not so sunday funk (unless it's in the "can't deny the funk, sistah" kind of way). But she did eat cake and potatoes for supper.
I had zucchini and cake.
It was good.
I was waiting for a "can't deny the funk." And I got it from the girl sitting next to me on the couch. Awesome.
Also awesome: a supper of cake and potatoes. I'm going to die of scurvy.
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