easy like sunday morning... with apologies to Lionel Ritchie

my internal clock feels the need to go off at 7:15am no matter what time I went to sleep or which time zone I am in.. very annoying when travelling or staying up/out too late.... 

so after finally falling asleep about 4:30am I rose to a grey rainy day... the kind poets write about... clearly a sign it was to be a poetic day... thanks to the wonders of technology and more specifically, Skype, I was able to lie in bed, eyes closed, while a man, who about a 1000 choices ago could have been the love of my life, read me one of his favorite poems. Surely a fine way to start the day.... followed by Peter Gabriel and U2 in the misty rain.... walked into the restaurant where I planned to spend the day to be greeted by more of Mr. Gabriel... a big burger, nice and pink.... Celtic music, Czech style... looks to be a fine day for grading papers.... later tonight, my friend Gail, performing her mad and marvelous, Human Jukebox

the perfect Sunday to follow a nearly perfect Saturday... 


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