Sunday Morning, 6:38

Good morning.

Not much to say today. Perhaps I'll feel up to a "Sermon From The Deck" later, but don't count on it. (If you ever..)

It won't be from the roof deck. I have decided to take a day off from my job to give my body, soul, and mind a rest.

How do I rest my ever-flailing and failing mind? Simple.

Football!

Warm up that couch.

Tony Roma can do my thinking.

And..

Have a great, safe, day.

Vaccinate if you can.

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