The Tumbleweed Chronicles

Saturdays are both the happiest and saddest day of my week. Morning is a very simple joy: waking slowly, not having to work, sipping coffee in my pajamas in the sunshine. There’s so much possibility in morning. Even the middle of the day has a sense of goodness to it, but I always get a sinking feeling when the sun goes down. I suppose I’m lonely or bored or lacking purpose. And besides, I’m suffering an enormous sugar crash after making a batch of eucalyptus lollies and eating half of it.