
...Blurred are the lines... Work has now breached the comfort of my 'homely time'!
Everything seems mixed up—jumbled are the peripherals with the confounded core; crushing is my inability where I can't leave 'Work at Work' anymore!
In my 'precious Saturdays', something special always used to smell; bidding adieu to that 'sense of weekend', was no less than an emotional farewell...
...'Wasting time' in those weekends was one of my speciality; Prior to this LOCKDOWN, a succor was sought [in it] by my lethargic 'happy Sundays mentality'....
...Missing my 'happy Sundays' mentality'!
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