I’m a Zen Buddhist, a very slacker Zen Buddhist, so I don’t head off to church on Sunday mornings. I let my husband do that, and he takes the Princess with him. Pixie stays home with me and plays quietly while I putter around. So far this morning I have…
Recorded and done some production work on the next episode of the Heat Flash podcast.
Gone back to bed.
Had breakfast with the kids while Michael showered.
Read the Sunday funnies while I took a bath. My local newspaper finally pulled it’s journalistic head out of its ass and began running “Opus” again starting this week. However, one folded page of comics is still far too few.
Got dressed.
Made coffee.
Started reading blog feeds. I’m reeeeeeeally behind on that.
So it’s just a quiet Sunday morning. I’ve got my cup of joe, my laptop and the Pixie. When Michael and the Princess get home, I think I’ll make a soft boiled egg and toast and then get ready to head to the library for the afternoon. It finally feels like autumn around here and I can’t wait to get to the sanctuary of the library to do some work.
I’m loving Sunday.
