Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Easy like Sunday Morning

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Sunday morning is so easy for me sometimes that I almost forgot to run the show today. This was fun for me, though. I’ve never jumped out of bed and just written. I definitely noticed a different style and a lot less attention to grammar. And I didn’t even mind. Much.

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Oh, Sunday. How do I love thee?

Why does Sunday morning feel so different from any other? It’s like the song. Easy like Sunday morning. I think Maroon 5 did a song too. “Sunday morning, rain is falling.” Well, there’s no rain here. We’re covered in snow. That’s right. Snow.

Out of nowwhere, well, I guess it was somewhere, but some of us just forget to listen to the actual weather forecast instead of referring to the single temprature and weather icon on my “Weather” app on my iPhone.

Do you know how good it felt to just write that run-on sentence? No thoughts to the beginning of the end.

Back to snow. Evan and I are out yesterday runnign aorund. We went out to go to Target to get replacement light bulbs for the CHristmas tree (which are really nowhere to be found). It turned into a 4 hour outing including a lovely pizza lunch watching snow flurries fall. We went to store 1. We tried to catch some flakes on the tongue.

We finally made it to store 2 and after spending over $100 and still not finding the lightbulbs, we run out to the car because it’s freezing and the big wet snowflakes are pounding us in the face. We are running and giggling and catching snowflakes and I see lots and lots of smiles from passers-by.

I think I can almost see on their faces how they want to run and catch snowflakes on their tongues too. That’s what’s great about having a 3 year old. I can be a kid again with no apologies.