The Elected

I’m not going home

Sometimes you can’t go home
Sometimes you’re already there
And I look at you, i’m there

Yeah, I’m there
When I look at you, I’m there
Yeah, I’m there

One more day for a holiday.

It’s the early beginning of a written off week. Written off in terms of not too much expectations of me, although my expectations for it may rate highly. I expect much of a five day weekend, it seems.

I love winter escape-from-the-city’s.

But… bringing my thoughts back to today , and this early part of the week, I spent a good chunk of my at-work time reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I love memoirs, I really like this memoir.

HoneyI’mHome.

It’s Sunday, boys and ladies.
A little end/start week day.
A fireplace glow-day.

An underground sleep day.
White cup, black tea day.
Left over noodlesense day.

Talk on the phone day,
Play with kitties day,
Doing laundry day.

Pray day-Play day.