Sprawled across the bed, reading the paper, listening to the faraway sounds of a lawnmower. Dishes calling from the kitchen sink but napping under a ceiling fan breeze is the sweeter serenade. Waking to watch quirky movies and eat sesame chicken while seated on the floor. "Have some gin to see if you're allergic" and "I love goldfinches at the feeder." Watering the neighbor's basil is not a euphemism - they're not even home. A quietly lazy Saturday. I'll get something done tomorrow.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
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