Regardless, overall the weekend was quite pleasant. Daniela was here, perhaps for the last time in Málaga. She'll get a few days in San Sebastian, then three more weeks of ballet before heading back to Carlisle. A very strange Corpus Christi procession yesterday. Just as the big custodia (the thing that holds the host for display; don't know what it's called in English) was being wheeled out of the cathedral (bogus–wheeled, not carried!), the band strikes up... the national anthem! Then there was the transvestite fan with the video camera right in the middle of the procession, the little boys with their outlandish Swiss guard uniforms, the pious women, the kids making their first communion, the crazy guy who has received a visit from JC himself trying to hand out to priests and seminarians the memo Jesus dictated to him about the "intermediate coming" (yes, I have the text)... all in all, unbeatable free entertainment for a Sunday stroll.
It's so much more pleasant to be at work on a Monday morning than it is on a Sunday evening. When I find myself working on a Sunday it's usually because I've messed up the week before and haven't been efficient and productive. Years, decades of inefficient work. At least, that's how I feel about it sometimes on Sundays. I guess it's all relative and there's no point in beating myself up over it, but, oh, sometimes the feelings of regret are quite strong. So many unfinished projects! So much underachievement! On the other hand, it may be helpful to watch out for ego-driven thinking. The past is gone. Amazing how that keeps happening! And taking ten minutes to jot down this little distraction? I need to be finishing an essay, and then there's lots of other work to do...