I lay in bed as long as I could this morning. Finally Bill, dressed for work and ready to roll, came out from the bathroom buckling his belt and stood looking at me.
“Are you going to get up?”
“Why do you get up at 5 am on Saturday and Sunday, but when the week comes you can’t get out of bed?”
“I dont know. Rebellion?”
“Okay, okay. I’m up!!!”
“You’re awake. You are not up”.
Back to the grind and a busy week. It’s backward shirt and crazy sunglasses day at school.
I may do it too.
“On Monday, when the sun is hot, I wonder to myself a lot: `Now is it true, or is it not, That what is which and which is what?’” A.A. Hodge