Cause There's Something in A Sunday That Makes A Body Feel Alone
Rearrangement It has been a mundane Sunday. I woke late, well after 9, thinking it was 7. I had believed I woke up hearing the bath running. In fact, Jenny had gotten up with excruciating hip pain and bathed at 5:30 a.m. When I checked the time, and realized that it wasn't 7, and noted the quiet, I jumped up and checked the bath, worried Jenny had again fallen asleep while soaking in warm water. The bath was empty, no water and no Jenny. I found her in bed, awake where I learned of her morning, poor thing. Weirdly, the dog who eats at 7 every morning, which guarantees I don't sleep in, had not pestered me. After a brief conversation, I went back to the sectional and texted Leiney to see if she wanted to listen to a Pod. She came up almost instantly, went and got us all coffee and/or cocoa at the coffee stand, and we began listening. I finished my 36 oz. of coffee, and offered to make Leiney breakfast. I got up ...