stuff i think

The highest purpose of an early Sunday morning, in those first hours of daylight before the house wakes itself, is to sit at the grand dining room table (it seats fourteen - no kidding) with a cup of coffee, with classical music in the background, reading a hard copy of the Sunday paper. Remarkably, this remains true even if the Sunday paper is the Washington Post.

Oh Lord, PuLEEEEEEZE let everyone sleep until I reach the classifieds and don't care anymore......