Sunday, and the end is near

Not THE end, of course.

The end of Summer.

Which means it's time to get back to work. Back to the grind. Back to being on time, with my shoes on.

And which ALSO means the end of staying in bed until it's time to get back into bed. Not that I ever did, but I could have.

Only a few hours left before that morning alarm jars me from my comfortable bed, so what am I gonna do? What?

Exactly what I've been doing all summer.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

(Habits are so hard to break)