But When Every Monday Comes

I think the song goes, Monday, Monday, can't trust that day. It remains to be seen. Even my morning meditation was slow and sluggish. As the days grow colder in the mornings,  a nice warm bed with my Piper and my beautiful wife is much more inviting than facing the stark morning light. These are surely the days to roll back over and snuggle in. HAPPY MONDAY!

"In Your Eyes," Peter Gabriel

The Ballad of Tom Dillon
Come and sit along side of me my beautiful innocent children. You see my name it is Tom Dillion and there is this story I have to tell.