My Sunday, on the couch, post-migraine, keeping company with my Cassie Byrnes and an Agnes Martin postcard I got in New York last October.
I was up at 4 with my head, but by 9 or so, and a few cups of Lady Grey down, I was on the mend. I managed a good three hours of long overdue cleaning with some good music and the doors open, and then rested with my book and some good messages to friends. Text convos for the ages, I tell you.
Also, this is my FIFTH YEAR of Sundays, and I'm soldiering on. I have hopes to get around to a new years post one of these days, and some actual writing, but please don't hold your breath.