Long Days (Jackpot January #12)

Sometimes I overeat and end up doing nothing. That’s my only explanation for long days like this where several things happen and I’m drained when it all winds down.

It’s a peculiar bloated heavy sensation. Although I got a lot done I’d end up feeling like this even if I’d done nothing. That is the nature of the long day.

On long days it doesn’t matter what took place. On long days you can be lazy or charge forth with superhuman productivity. It doesn’t matter. They will always be long days.

Long days can go fast because everything happens. Long days can go slow because nothing does. The one commonality is that they ache in a quiet lingering way.

Long days make you wish you were asleep before you even want to go to bed. I wonder what adjustments I’d need to make to stop these days from happening. Today I could have eaten less for dinner. I could turn my fireplace off right now and stop the sick heat inside my room. I could open a window and let in a breeze.

But that’s not the point. Long days don’t work like that. A simple problem doesn’t have a simple solution because the solution wouldn’t do any good. Opening my window would let in a breeze. Turning off the fireplace would make my room less stuffy. But it would still be a long day. No action I can possibly take could change that.

There is no problem or set of problems. It’s just that sort of day, the relentless kind that crawls on and on until you sleep.