Rising Sap (La sève)

MARIE-CLAIRE DEWARRAT
Sunday again. Mondays, oof, she caught her breath. Tuesdays, she cleaned. Wednesdays, she made plans. Thursdays and Fridays, she did her best to carry them out. Saturdays, she took stock of the week’s failures. Then it was Sunday again. It was so banal to hate Sundays. But so what? She had no other passions or hatreds in her life that were any more original than this disgust with Sundays.