Sunday Drive

Today I...

took Gramma on a drive along a hundred or so miles if country road;

chatted with the grocery clerk about revisiting childhood places, beautiful local sights, clear skies, vegetable identification, and idle nonsense;

cooked and cleaned in (almost) equal measure;

sang along with Johnny Cash and Gramma;

continued my obsession with Selected Shorts;

and

generally followed the duty-freedom-preparation pattern I've come to expect from Sundays.