As the eventide drew a long shadow on the land at the end of a quiescent day, highlighting the effulgent contrast between day and night, I recalled my little self peregrinating through the day, pondering how to compose a helpful lesson to my novel student. Even though languor befell me while embarking on the day’s odyssey, I serendipitously crafted a new syllabus. Nevertheless, the subsequent leisure stroll with Abby resulted in another fatigue, and I soon found myself in the realm of reverie upon returning home with a weary dog. The remainder of the day comprised honing my lesson, enhancing its syllabus, and mitigating my ravenous appetite.
When I woke up this morning, I knew the day wouldn't be an active one. Nothing sinister happened that would have suggested anything unexpected; it was rather one of those intuitions that depicted how the events of the day would unfold. This gut feeling strengthened when I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for her early morning walk. She was as inactive as I was, and the speed and length of our walk corroborated this theory. We ambled back to the house momentarily. After this painfully short-lived stroll with a surprisingly exhausted canine, I sat in front of the TV, munched my breakfast and slurped the much-needed black nectar in the form of a strong espresso. What a surreal still-life this was. Especially considering how many episodes we have watched from one of the currently watched series. As my system started to absorb the caffeine, switching my wee brain into the first gear, the haze dissipated over today's schedule. Harnessing this ephemeral clear state, I rushed into...
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