Sunday Morning

I’m not motivated yet.  I know I have to get clean and sparkley and head out to my store of dreams so I can continue working on my urban farm.  But it’s so much easier to sit here and sip on my coffee and listen to some tunes versus getting busy.  Big Boy must agree with that kind of logic.  He looks at me like “Dude, relax.  It’s Sunday.  Take a breath.“