Little by Little and Was by Was

Sunday goes by like a big lead balloon.  I do what I know to do and nothing more.  It is not bad.  But the day is truncated by the need to go to market and then cook dinner for my mother.  It is a good meal, chicken and onions and carrots in a pressure cooker, steamed asparagus, jasmine rice, and an avocado, tomato, and garlic salad with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and honey drizzled on top.  We eat and then watch "Treme" on HBO On Demand.  I love that we can do that.  The cat cozies up to my mother and impatiently waits for chicken.  Beers and wine and cookies.  Then my mother announces she should go home, and then it is just me, the cat, and the scotch.  Days and nights.

Later I watch "Newsroom" which has been denounced but which I find charming in a lefty way.  I'm addicted to series on the premium channels, I think.  And addiction is addiction, but there is no one here to tell me no.

Tomorrow is a working day.  All too soon.  I spent my Sunday working on a backlog of photos but for going out for breakfast.  Hours of work and a few images to show.

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(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers and slept their dream

Morning comes and finds me lazy.  The bed feels good, but my body tenses.  I know what lay ahead.  I would have it otherwise and spend another day in the drowsy nothingness as the day passes through me.  But I have an early meeting and there are many staffing changes at the factory.  I live in a pretty how town, but I wish to sing my didn't and dance my did  Wish by spirit and if by yes. (see reference).