SUNDAY

      So, this weekend just outdid itself and made everyone's favourite day even better - dramatic drops in temperature, a jewel of a song from Adele and an extra hour of lazing in bed. Thank you, universe. Sweater weather? Check. Soundtrack? Check. An excuse to roll around in bed? Check. Although, does one ever really need an excuse to be comatose, sandwiched between the duvet and sheets? I think not. Such behaviour is definitely not reserved for an allocated day or occassion. Not for me, at least. Sundays, on the other hand, were made to be squandered away. That's how even the big guy intended it to be. After all, we do need to allot some recovery time for Friday and Saturday night shenanigans. Sundays are also the calm before a storm. And we all know that Monday can be a hell of a hurricane.       If Shakira can skip shower time on this day, I think the rest of us can be a little less hard on ourselves. I propose you stay home, in your PJs, bed-head and all, and enjoy some dedicated me-time. Listen to your favourite songs, or listen to your heartbeat while submerged in a tub. Cook yourself a meal, or make Pizza Hut's hotline bling. Read the book collecting dust that you picked up months ago, or read your landscape in braille. Watch the world go by from your window, or watch some reality tv, guilt-free (I repeat, guilt-free). You could do everything I just said, or nothing at all. The aim of the day is to de-stress and de-clutter your mind, so whatever works for you, go for it. Remember to relax, reflect and recharge yourself. It's...
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