Sunday morning coming down

Johnny Cash had his lyrics right.He talked about getting up on Sunday morning and "no way to hold  my head that didn't hurt" and putting on his cleanest dirty shirt.   Well, my head is not hurting and I have more than enough clean clothes and I didn't have too much marijuana last night and a beer for breakfastI But there are similarities of title and I am facing the Sunday morning coming down of realizing that all the family is gone but I am still here, a little downhearted, at the prospect of the day.  I don't want to do what I have put off to enjoy the holiday!

 But I am sitting here in the maze of paperwork I need to do and thinking of ways I can avoid it.   Too many details which need to be seen to:   old decorations given to Salvation Army and Safe House, pay bills, make list for the week, do scheduled interviews and go to meetings.   Get Greg Lowry to come over and put up my outside lights,  do laundry, clean out refrigerator and watch television.   I have spent the last thirty minutes reading the story of General Petraeus and his love life!  I am sick for reading it in People no less.

What I want to do today is get ready for next week and then take a nap.   I have a hearty soup on from leftover turkey and brussel sprouts and I will enjoy that all day.  I will light my fire and sit here going and doing what I am led at the moment.  Not a bad life!  I just need to grab ahold and cope today!

**By the way, if Mama Cooper were here she would say that Johnny Cash was born in Kingsland, Arkansas and they knew the family well.  Sing on Arkansas Johnny!