Apathy

We used to have this chicken that we got in a whole batch and it was yellow and very fluffy (as most chickies are) but it was so quiet, she just sat around watching her brothers and sisters getting into squabbles over who was closer to the warmth of the light and the mad frenzy that would follow if we chucked a handful of grain into the box. So aptly, we named her Apathy. Mum thought that it was rather cruel to name her thus, especially so early in her life but it suited her so it stuck. The point of this little story is still not apparent even to me but I felt like telling it. I think that I am feeling a little like Apathy today, just waiting around for the time to go past when I should be enjoying my day off. I hate it that I am anxious for the next thing to happen when i need to pace myself and revel in the time!