‘CAUSE THAT’S MY FUNDAY

Sometimes Sunday is the perfect day. When one can commit to bagels and lox, blankets on the couch, and curling up with someone you love – whether that someone be a person, a pet, a stuffed animal, a book, or whatever else is open for interpretation. It can be a day to bother with nothing, and not bothering to be bothered by anything either.

Today was just such a day, one filled with such magnificent laziness the likes of which are not often seen. The brief forays made out into the world were made solely to indulge desires – once to get bagels, lox, and the New York Times, and again to get some Sprite to mix with orange juice: a form of comfort drink for me.

Today was a day for watching the Discovery Channel, reading languorously, and having that extra cup of tea.

Today was a day for too many pillows and getting tangled up together, but being slow to bother getting untangled. A day for flopping over however your body falls, making minor adjustments, and then staying put.

Today was a day for getting very little done, but just enough to justify taking the day off; the sort of activity that requires just enough tautness to keep you from feeling utterly slack – physically and mentally.

Today was a day to just be here today; the day you just don’t get around to all the other things.

Today is not over yet, so I shall keep the writing short. I, instead, am going back to the couch to spend the rest of today where I would rather be.