Sunday morning
Sun­day morning
There is always laun­dry to be done.
But I’d rather drink cof­fee.
Read the New York Times.
On my estate sale table.

I’m off to Seat­tle tomor­row, where I am hop­ing to find wed­ding shoes (wed­ding! shoes!) and drink Mind-Blowing Cof­fee before dri­ving back to Kansas City, mak­ing stops along the way at Yel­low­stone and other points of interest.

Wish me luck!