Sunday, May 23, 2010


Sunday would be the best day of the week if there were more languid hours I could spend reading, writing, and generally lazing around the house listening to my children and husband laughing as they speed down the slip-n-slide in the 90+ degree heat that energetically bounces from cloud to earth and off the backs of my dogs in the backyard. As that is not a choice, I will love the day for what it is: a day of rest and laughter no longer or shorter than the other days of the week.

*** One Minute Writer ***


  1. Almost. That last bit is kinda messy. I would redo that if it were allowed.