Sunday Morning

Everything seems possible on Sunday morning, especially when I don't have to work. So twice a month, the day stretches into an infinity of possibilities. And then life hits me upside the head and we get back to normal. But on those lazy Sunday mornings, about the 3rd or 4th cup of coffee when my thoughts really begin to race and I talk way too fast, I make the most grandiose plans for the upcoming day, week, month, lifetime, and sometimes next couple of lifetimes. I can be very productive on coffee.

I just realized that it is Saturday. Think I need more coffee.