Or how this body was never designed to do these kind of things all at one go.

Or how the non-stop rain has given me more than ample time to jot down a few things.

Or how events that transpired the week would all get condensed into a category of post that I haven’t written in a long time.

Or how a week should always end with random musings on an otherwise hot lazy Saturday afternoon.

Or how if there is a hell, this would come pretty close to being it.