Weekends are, for some, a time of rest. Not so much for Tech Boy, who will indeed work all the hours God gives, and then steal some from the devil. When he works Sundays, I hang out in the office, since sunshine puddles nicely on the floor, just under my desk, and my footrest works well for a laptop or book stand. (There is photographic evidence of this, but… you don’t need to see me curled up like a cat on the floor in the sun, do you? No, you do not.)
Goals
all I want to do
is curl up in the sunshine
with a book in hand
it is this, my lofty goal
as Sunday sunbeams puddle