Sunday. It's finally Sunday. Despite the fact that the past week was quite light, it was not enough for me to rest after a really hellish month.
I thought I would sleep for a long time today, but I got up earlier - not because I had to, but because I wanted to. It's already light outside the window, and the first thing I did was to go out into the yard. I was lazily followed by eighteen obviously sleep-not enough dogs. Eighteen noses, eighteen tails, eighteen reasons to feel that you are needed right now, right here, without deadlines and curricula.
I fed the dogs. Then the birds - the pheasant was already sitting in her corner, businesslike and unperturbed. The stork Beak-2 was looking like he was the master here. Maybe it is. Sparrows on bare traches are no one at all, they just live nearby and scream in the morning. I'm "grateful" to them for that.
Then I took up the garden. He is in the state that I call "working on himself" - that is, launched, but not hopeless. While I was fiddling with the ground, handsome Toffa was spinning under his feet and periodically tried to help. Help looked like a dug bed, but I didn't swear. They haven't seen me so often lately and this communication is important to them.
All week - Kiev, university, classes, term papers, articles, deadlines, classes again. I love my job, but by Friday something is deflated inside. You go home and you don't want anything anymore, just stick your nose into the pillow. And then diesel prices are flying in the clouds - another constant stress.
I often think about the fact that I don't have enough time for anything. It's true. Hands don't reach half of what needs to be done. The garden could look better. I don't say anything about the house at all. Dogs need more attention than I can sometimes give. I'm getting tired.
But today I finally am. I'm not in a hurry, I don't owe anyone anything. Just the ground under my feet, the sun on my back and eighteen creatures who don't care how many untested works I have in the queue.
Tomorrow everything will start all over again, but I don't want to think about it yet...
