Krasna nedel'a

[incidentally, this is one of my guitars not for sale...and I must work on html-ing those Slovak diachritics.]

All I want is a life full of relaxing Sundays.

I love my apartment because my bedroom fills with sunlight and before the sun sets it is a wonderland. And I love Sunday mornings, LOVE them. Sleeping-in cozy, coffee in bed, maybe not stopping at one cup; every other week or so a lengthy phone call with one out-of-town friend with whom I deeply converse and catch up with and then thinking I'll get so much done during the day and maybe doing it or maybe not.

Time passes differently on Sundays, thank god. I've been planning to head out to get some exercise here for about an hour, I may just in fact finally leave. And then maybe be diverted when driving by the video store for more Showtime series on DVD to accompany my evening work.