Sundays.

What Sundays are for:

strolling in the sunshine.

picking out flowers for my windowsill.

buying fresh fruits from the street seller who gives me a little cherry on my way home.

practicing without a time limit.

cooking a late, summery dinner with tinto verano and good company.

tousling the kitties, who grunt and purr.

a bit of tea before bed.

Here we go, Day 280: https://ia800300.us.archive.org/24/items/Improv52012/20120520181939.mp3