It is almost noon. I am on the couch, listening to the sound of the dishwasher, occasionally chit-chatting with the man on the couch next to me. Although he must remain nameless, he is far from peripheral. In fact, he is often the reason that I smile.

It is Sunday, although I really wish it weren’t. If today were Saturday then I would feel very little guilt about the work I have put off. But somehow I allowed an entire day to slip by and managed to cross nothing off of my list of tasks I should complete.

I have not yet looked outside because our window blinds are closed. However, I have a sense that it is overcast and bland. It seems to be far too similar to the mood in which I find myself.

I have much to say, and too much that I have said already.

Something needs to happen.