Sunday Morning Times

This Sunday, I woke up a little bit earlier than I would have, had I not known that the Sunday Times was waiting at my doorstep. I made coffee, made a space to read, and then just sat there and read the paper. This is part of my New Year's resolution. It's hard for me to sit still. Later, I put the paper in my backpack and walked to the beach. I regret to inform you that I didn't read another word of the paper that day. I am carrying the remains of the paper around in my bag, anxiously awaiting my next day off. The newspaper is a gift to cherish and perish (I mean, recycle).