Where do the days go

It's Sunday, a shortened weekend because I had family stuff to do yesterday that took me out of town for the whole day. Meaning that today I have to do all of my usual weekend errands (except those I can only do on Saturday - a surprising number of businesses are closed on Sundays. Welcome to Brooklyn, Borough of Churches.) I am already tired, and just want to laze around all day but if I do I'll have no food in the fridge, no clean clothes, dried out and dying plants, no clean dishes, etc.

Luckily I don't have to feel guilty about not writing because I sent a draft of a story to my writing group for critique at our next meeting, so I'm in a holding pattern until then. Yup, it's the story I agonized over earlier. Sad thing is I didn't really manage to finish it - I started too late and there just wasn't enough time, so I sent it to them saying it was the start of something longer. And maybe it is. Or maybe I was just being lazy. We'll see