Sunday Woe

it's Sunday once again.

Sundays seem to be a day of "re"...  as in re-analyzing, re-capturing, re-evaluating, re-calculating, re-membering the events of the past week... re - re - re.  Anything that has a "re" in it is like always part of a Sunday.

Re-turn?

Yeah. That's what I feel right now. It is dominating my being-- like a pounding headache.  But how do I do that when it is not what I want but it is something that I have to do -- to keep my brain from weaving thought after thought after thought. Endless.

Return to the frame of mind where my confidence is intactly secure. It may be hollow. It may be empty,,, but it is solitude that does not bring me sleepless nights.

I don't know. I really don't know anymore...