#aracay

“But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.”

coffee and poetry.

yoga.

farmers market.

library.

all before breakfast.

next? nothing. which is my reward.

i m simply hunkering in my hobbit hole for the rest of my weekend. or is it a rabbit hole?

Sometimes I believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

—Alice

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We go to the doctor, we go to the mountains We look to the children, we drink from the fountain Yeah, we go to the Bible, we go through the work out We read up on revival, we stand up for the lookout There's more than one answer to these questions Pointing me in a crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow

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In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

Delightful long podcast to linger over.  Alternatively, take a “moment of nonproductive non consumptive delight” Own your time.