Too Many Weekend Choices

Too many choices on my days off I am confused and surrounded with ideas Painting, writing, cleaning, sorting, shoveling I look at my bed, wondering if I need a nap But wait. Haven’t I already had two of them? Depressed because of all the choices Wishing it was Monday again So my choices would be limited. You could sort out the silverware drawer a voice says. I pull the covers over my head The dog climbs up gratefully, This is our happy place.