Sundayfunday

A good sunday starts at noon when you can no longer feel your ass in bed. You've read the newspaper and have heard all the jazz you can stand for the week. Pull dinner out of the freezer to thaw in the sink. You stroll to the park for a leisurely run taking careful notice of the different varieties of trees that there are. You notice the clever repositioning of the homeless and compliment them as you pass. You return home to lunch/nap/water the plants. Oh my, yes it's two o'clock and someone needs a nap........................