Saturday mornings were made for eating cereal in pajama pants (cat on the lap, dog at your feet) with no particular goals. The only chore accomplished before noon is a load or two of laundry. I get up before the sun five days a week. I do not like getting up before the sun. I like lazy Saturday mornings.
This Saturday was cholesterol blood test morning - pulling one sleepy human out of the house. I took advantage of the forced outing to complete several procrastinated errands. The last stop brought me a block from our only book store. On a whim, I decided to stop in and check for used art books. I could live in a book store (or an art store) - hour after hour scanning the shelves and learning new things. The magazine section sucked me in this day and I was pleasantly surprised at the array of art-related publications. I haven't read one of these since my college days. I picked a couple and made a mental note of what to splurge on next time.
One busy Sunday later and I haven't had a chance to read anything. Excuse me while I crack open International Artist.
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