Our Sabbath day. We hole ourselves up tight and cook delicious things. We absolve ourselves of our responsibilities. We take the time to sit, to allow the mind to waddle out into the prairies. We put our feet up and wear the same thing for the sun's waking hours. It is lazy rest and we savor the morsels of it like coin-sized truffles.
Haiku of the Day:
Spiders flee their threads
as I reap the cozy nooks
where they gorged on flies
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