sundays. I've finally figured them out. If there are no visitors, and we can't go walk around the lake or anything like that -- then it is spinning day.

I procrastinate on my way to the wheel by doing dishes, dusting and putting things away (which will crawl back out to sun themselves on top of chairs and tables once more as soon as my back is turned).

I check e-mails again.

I make coffee for my honey.

I have another tea, to keep him company.

I look in on Facebook to see what my friends are doing.

I work part of someone's astrology chart.

I answer the phone.

I update a blog.

And eventually, I arrive at the wheel.

Sunday is complete.