I dislike the part of my brain that insists on rehearsing conversations that will never happen.
I hate the feeling that I'm supposed to be somewhere else.
I hate the feeling that I'm supposed to be doing something else.
I have one or both of those feelings all the time, except maybe in church, but even then I'll think of things that I "need" to do when I get out of church.
Saturday is supposed to be relaxing, but lately it's a day with self-generated expectations, some of which are simply impossible. At least I cut the grass.