this is

what Sunday looks to me. I was dressed before for things like the Times' crossword puzzle, a light breakfast and a mimosa. But as soon as I got home the pjs went back on, and the day really started.

I usually sit here on the weekends because it's the only place in my apartment that receives direct sunlight. It feels like home- like the white cat is next to me and I'm on my mother's carpet while the day allows me to figure out what to do next. And that is just what this seat is for- to figure out what I will accomplish today. I've got my answer, what about you?