Squandering a day off. You know you're wasting time when you wake up during a mundane dream. Boredom, bleakness, something like a depression. All the things you were going to do. Outside, the bees are still active on the goldenrod which is browning, and it's been awhile since you've seen a hummingbird. Perhaps they've moved South. Laundry, breakfast, coffee, a long walk in the woods, a job application left unfinished - there's still time for some of these. Not a total loss.
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