And now is another time to write. To share a little something about nothing on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I am in love with this lazy Sunday afternoon. I have absolutely no agenda. I am not trying to get you to do anything. I don't need you to listen to anything, look at anything, read anything. I don't need you to give me anything or be anywhere with me. I just need this. This nothing. This empty space. This time where I don't need myself to do anything, be anywhere or complete anything for anybody else. It's just me. It's just Sunday. The neighbor's children will play outside. They aren't bothering me, I don't care. Today I am not a grumpy old man. You can sleep all day, I don't mind. Take your time, feel better. Take what you need, for today I need nothing from you. Perhaps I'll join you. A little dream nap couldn't hurt anything. I am not tired though, not tired like that.
I am tired. That is perhaps another reason that I love Sunday. I can be tired. Everyone accepts that today.
Take some time. Take a breath.