My Saturday morning starts at
My Saturday morning starts at the center of a sunstar and my burry vision and cloudy head from broken sleep and what feels like a broken neck at not helping my ability to decide which arm to explore. EL continues to work on the house... sanding... painting... prepping for showing. I have work left over from yesterday that I need to turn in to my boss. I have a stack of bills to pay and some documents to read through before close. The sun is out and the park down the street is calling for me to bring my camera and look for mischief. There are scores of partially read books on the shelves that line one wall of my home office... they've almost all been neglected to a various degree and all offer some outlet to apportion some time. Decisions shouldn't be something I should have to contend with on a weekend morning. I want to think about nothing and do absolutes nothing. Let the nothing begin.
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