It is always on Sunday evening. Just when the weekend is about to slip off, I finally feel rested to focus on my small projects. My hobbies. My creative ideas. But it is too late. The weekend is almost over. I guess two days is just enough to get some sleep, get all the non-work tasks done that build up during the week, get a brain reset consuming some pre-made content (a game, a book, a movie...), and get some much needed fresh air with some outdoor activity. And that is it, the weekend is gone. I plead for a third day. A day for creativity. That day where one paints, writes, makes, sews, programs, plants, or whatever. A day for mental health.
That day one spends a non-trivial amount of time taking "artistic" photos of toothbrushes xD
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