Lazy weekend

The love seat offers a great view of the clock, which is as handy a reference point as any while I stare aimlessly.

I’m in the living room because our cat Sasha wanted to play, and apparently I’m the only one who properly wields the stick with a toy mouse on the end of a string. She’s sleeping in her bed now.

I eventually move, but not because I have anything in particular to do, just … because.

We walked, and maybe we’ll go to the gym tomorrow morning, but other than getting dinner tonight — probably takeout, but maybe not — there are no obligations and no plans, unless you consider “watching lots of basketball, racing and soccer” to be a plan.

Sunday night will come, because it always does, but I hope it takes its time getting here.

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