Sunday can be an odd day. Sometimes a day of rest, other times the exact opposite. Sometimes with now discernible structure to it, and other times far too much. I find it an odd day to get to grips with. Especially at the moment. Sunday seems to play a strange game with me, giving me the impression that I have plenty of time to get all of those things done that have been mounting up all week, and more indeed, and yet I know that there isn’t time and it is just an illusion!
A bit to metaphysical for a Sunday afternoon perhaps? I think so. I should just go back to making some music and ignoring the bills that need paying!