Sunday idleness. It’s never that, here at home. Clean house, look out wistfully, do work. I keep my lazy clothes on. I suppose that’s something.
By early evening, I know I had avoided what should have been today’s call: to think great thoughts and imagine action steps to implement them. I mean, if you’re not going to be leisurely, nor social, shouldn’t you at least plan for a better tomorrow?
I took a walk around the block.
It is a problem when you live near a mall: a walk around the block becomes a walk around the perimeters of brick and concrete.
I watch others on break…
…And linger for a while to talk to a woman who comes to this spot regularly. To feed the quasi-urban animals.
They always come for the bread, she tells me.
Hers is a good use of a Sunday, no?