Sunday, February 2, 2014

Chocolate

Sunday morning is decadent inertia after working Tuesday-Saturday.

Sunday morning is coffee, chocolate, and chickadees. Freshly ground and pressed coffee. Lemongrass shrimp stir-fry leftover from birthday dinner last night. Chocolate, milk instead of my usual dark. Chickadees jump around the hydrangea, which wraps six windows on the east side of my house. Read the local paper. Listen to public radio programs.

Should I fold clean laundry, tidy, vacuum, put away clean dishes, wash sheets, or write another book? Jump in the car to go for a hike, skate, visit family, or shop? Or grind another small batch of dark greasy coffee beans and sink deeper into sloth?