Weekend Afternoon

Yesterday was a full-on outdoor day, and it seems it wore me out. 🌞 After waking up and having breakfast, I picked up a book I hadn’t managed to get past the first chapter of, but soon drifted back to sleep. Chopin’s nocturnes playing on the radio became the soundtrack of my dreams, and I continued my early morning reverie as if I hadn’t awakened. When I woke again, it was already 1 PM. Franz Liszt’s Love Dream filled the room. I probably woke during the grand crescendo in the middle. Now, it’s fading out in pianissimo, acting all innocent… 🎶

I fell back asleep around 9 AM, so I really got some good rest. Slowly, I get up and take out the duvet cover from the dryer, spreading it wide over the sofa by the living room window. I have no idea how the dryer calculates drying times, but the laundry still feels a bit damp—like kitchenware before the final breeze dries them off. 🍃

It’s as if they’re saying, ‘Hey, I still want to bask in the sun a bit more.’

So, I toss the rest of the laundry back into the dryer with some fabric softener and hit start again. The dryer, as usual, sets a random time and starts rumbling away. Once this little task is done, it’ll pretty much be a weekend afternoon. Sometimes Sundays don’t start with laundry, and on those days, I lose track of when afternoon begins. Habit is a strange beast. 🧺

‘Today, I’m definitely staying in,’ I think to myself as I brew some coffee. Meanwhile, the radio diligently plays song after song, without repeats. It’s still early summer, with a pleasant breeze wafting in through the open window. Sitting by the window, feeling the lukewarm air, I hope this summer will be a good one. 🌿☕️