I am enjoying a very pleasant, lazy, Sunday afternoon. The Moody Blues have a wonderful song on the CD entitled "On the Threshold of a Dream" that beautifully describes such an afternoon.
Lazy day, Sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch T.V.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Must be beef today 'cause lamb was last week.
So full up, bursting at the seams,
Soon you'll start to nod off, happy dreams.
Wake up, for tea and buttered scones
Such a lot of work for you Sunday Moms.
It's such a crying shame
Week after week the same.
Today's heaven-sent and you're feeling content,
You worked all week long.
Still, it's quite sad tomorrow's so bad
And I don't feel so strong.
Lazy day, Sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch T.V.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Now it's almost over till next week.
That's how your life goes by
Until the day you die.
My wife is out running errands so I am home alone with no supervision. Earlier I went outside and grilled myself some chicken for lunch. It was quite tasty. As soon as I finish these notes I will go sit in my chair and stare out the window as the Beatles "Abbey Road" lullabies me. A nap may come soon...
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