>A cold and rainy Friday disengages me from any potential action. It’s cold outside and cold inside, with nowhere in between to crawl into and hide. It’s not that I don’t want to accomplish anything. Because I do. There are many things I need to do. But half my body has already shut down again after only a few waking hours. I drag it along with me around the house like some aggregation of useless appendages, flopping around and weighing me down. So I look in the dictionary for answers and find this word that, although depressing in nature, accurately describes something that happened to someone last week:

afterclap n. An unexpected, often unpleasant sequel to a matter that had been considered closed.

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