mk700c

Sundays are tops, and this was my first one back.

I hadn't realized how much I missed strollin' around the empty streets early Sunday morning, not unlike the Johnny Cash song. The air stung my ears but I warmed up with the best coffee in town and a "hot cocoa cake" from across the street.

"...through the closet to find my cleanest, dirty shirt"

Nothin' better than $5 Coffee and New York Times to enjoy a pretentious Sunday! This is my happiness.

"...and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't half bad so I had one more, for desert."

Thanks JC, you write the script.

Tell me some Sunday Love??

-mk