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...Sunday Morning. Did you think I was going to say, "...like a prom-date"? Well I didn't, but I thought that when I wrote it. My blog, my stream of consciousness. That's the way it works, right?

Again, I have much that I have decided to immortalize in this space, but again--I have decided to put that off for bit and tell you about my morning. Why? Why not? A word of advice I received regarding "L'arte du blog" said short bursts, nigh meaningless, are better than nothing.

I was a bit melancholy last night...I did the final edits of the show, posted it, sent the podcast and stream feeds, and updated the title blurb on the site...all for what could be the last time. So I was a little sad.

But I slept in today, which I never get to do. Then, I was presented with french toast made out of french bread, and the best coffee that has ever come out of our crappy black & decker brewer. There was NPR on the kitchen radio as I ate my breakfast and watched the coyotes run around on the frozen pond. The winter has made our local predators frisky and playful as they scour our greenspace for mice and rabbits. It really is picturesque and wonderful to watch--if you are not a bunny. Finally, a very peaceful morning was concluded with reading Neil Gaiman's 10 year old one-off comic "One Life", sent to me by a long-time listener, Mikester. (Thanks!)

So the quiet introspection of the morning healed the bit of sorrow from the night before.

Thought I'd share.

--tomb