No Thoughts but Scones

Scenes from a weekend.

Saturday, that’s what it’s about. Freedom, relaxation. I never liked Sundays. There’s this lurking sense of disquiet that spills over the entire day, like my own internal Jaws soundtrack. The anxiety of what work I need to do this week inches ever closer, gets louder and louder by the time the day is over, and I’ll inevitably wake up at 4am unable to fa…