Normally my autumn Sundays are pretty regimented. I play golf in the morning, get home and have lunch, then watch the Browns. By the time the Browns have lost — again — it’s just about dinner time, and the day is close to being done.
Today is different, however. The golf course is closed for a special tournament. The Browns have already played — and lost — so four hours that would have been spent in speechless rage and agony are now available for more pleasant pursuits. As a result, a day that is typically heavily scheduled has no schedule at all. The sense of liberty is exhilarating. It’s a free day, one where I can do whatever I want.
So far this morning I’ve done some chores and caught up on various tasks that have piled up during the busy period. Now the chores are done, the tasks are completed, and it’s time to enjoy myself. Nothing sounds better than camping outside, enjoying the cool weather, bright sunshine, and autumn colors, sipping on a steaming cup of black coffee and digging into my book.
The patio beckons, and its allure is irresistible.