Nothing Better on a Cold Sunday in October

Sunday's I hope you will find we have nothing better to do,
than drink hot beverages,
open windows,
just so we have to pull up the covers,
and pull closed the shades,
Garrison Keilor is the only other distinguishable voice in the room,
in addition to the challenge of differentiating between our giggles,
tickling sleep covered skin,
we'll marvel at the simplicity
of being content,
when just weeks ago,
we were still mourning the loss,
of small steps,
that would finally bring us out of the shade,
on a cold Sunday in October,
there is nothing better.
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