Sundays

I have a love/hate relationship with Sundays. I love to sleep late (okay, 9am - but late for me!) I love to read the Sunday paper, cook a big breakfast, hang out around the house. Yet somehow on Sundays, the day seems to fly by and suddenly it's late afternoon - nearly over. Monday looms - another work week, starting another daily grind. Uggh!

Today was one of those kind of pretend-Spring days we sometimes get in late February. Temps in the mid-eighties, sunny, beautiful. I tried to work on my book but only managed four pages. Kept getting pulled away by birdsong and my Schnauzers romping out in the backyard. In homage to a coming spring, we grilled T-bones and cooked baked potatoes and fresh asparagus, then walked two miles outside to walk it off. I did some internet shopping (the only way I seem to shop these days) and checked email. Soon it'll be time to put another weekend to bed.

I've been saving a new book to read, one of the few hardcovers I buy these days. Letting the anticipation build, watching it, eying it, imagining the wonderful power of the words inside. The author is one of my favs (and worth the price of hardcover) because of her skill with painting beauty in words.

See ya tomorrow!