|Waking earlier than my usual rising time, I ventured out to fetch my Sunday paper. Noting the perfect temperature, I assembled my usual breakfast fare and strode out to my deck. My meal blended with the soft sounds of the crickets and birds and the soft cooling breeze soothed my soul. First one and then another neighbor sauntered by on each of her early morning walk. The idea of doing the same after my leisurely repast sparked my juices for just a moment. Then my need for pushing away the traces of a migraine from yesterday rebelled against the thought. So now I am going to relax in my glider with my Stieg Larsson novel The Girl Who Played with Fire and see how much of it I can digest today. |
May you have an equally restful Sabbath.