Sunday morning

I guess this is a pretty good way to spend a Sunday morning.  Of course I have already gone to church (twice) and had oatmeal that was hand cut by local monks, with no sugar of course, and walked for miles in the warm November sunshine and sweated out any impurities that might have possibly come near me.

Or perhaps I sat at a coffee shop, read two paper papers and one online one, and drank just enough coffee and ate a scone.