The weekend begins with an unpleasant task, an overdue part of the regular chores.
Contrasts, observed in comparison, between now and then. A month has passed, and I have an opportunity to view the same place in a different light. Quite literally; thinking about it.
Starting the weekend with a little upkeep, then a trip into town. Not a lot going on, and now I need to decide what to do with my night.
It was just a day. It happened. But that’s okay.
Time out, spent enjoying a hobby. Time spent, simply to create something.