Sunday

And then there was a Sunday. Just sitting there, all full of itself. Pretty sky and warm and all. Just sitting there. Making itself known for no good reason. This Sunday was hoping for something to happen that might make it memorable. This Sunday was hoping for fame. Right now thought, it just waited, picking it's teeth.

I'm typing up a very boring blog entry. Nat is taking a nape. Elle is pretending to play solitaire while watching cartoons. Church is letting out. The grass is growing out of control. The mosquitoes lurk in the cool moist shadows, still and quiet, waiting.

Somewhere, someone is making lunch for their family. Someone teaches a class. Someone is driving a car into a wall. There are several wars all over the world. People are killing and dying for a cause. All I want is some French toast.