Normally, I plan on needing my mind in good working order on a daily basis.  Not so much, today.  A truly lazy Sunday.  How cool is that?

I read a book (okay not all of it), cleaned the house just enough to have visitors and hope they wouldn’t notice how feable my attempt was, watched TV, wrote on several blogs, looked up a bunch of writerly research, and ate a good meal.  Just one.  How much of my mind did this take?  Not much.  Enough to be sure not to include my mind in the bowl with the brownie mix.  Nah.  Not gonna make ‘em.  I’d have to read the directions on the box.  Like I said, this is a lazy Sunday.  And, I’m beat from it all.