The Bologna Blog

A Sunday protest

Another Sunday comes to pass. Supposedly lackadaisical offerings of time, now filled with laundry, church, errands, family outings, and Monday morning preparation. My day of rest turns quickly to an endeavor of squeezing everything into a furious draining of the hourglass. Slow down, you tell yourself, to no avail with the cogwheels in your brain grinding incessantly. A mechanism urging us to do more and be better pushes us to the brink. Because I am tired, I will hold my one day protest against the stressors of time. I shall turn that underwear inside out and wear that same bra twice. Instead of making pot roast, we will eat hot dogs! My son will do his homework now, instead of at ten o'clock tonight! This protest occurs only in my little world, but it sure feels good.