Blessed Sunday

Blessed Sunday A sigh of relief Christmas is over a few loose ends here and there but the local shop is open I need milk for my morning coffee. Freedom at last released from shackles of festivity. We have house guests that are Ok they have their quarter and sleep late. Raining, I have to drink black coffee I don't mind, what is great, is the peace. Yesterday I printed a manuscript "Equinox, " finally, I must say one guest repaired the printer, gave him wholly socks as presents. So, let the day march on. I don't care.