There's something in a Sunday

There really is something about waking up at sunrise, making a pot of coffee and watching the sun come up over the houses to the east. The house is cold - fall is really settling in Sheridan. The tree in the backyard is shedding already.

I'm feeling artistic this morning. I want to paint or sing or write something. Anyone have any prompts?

Yesterday I got paid, and wanted to spend a little money, do a spot of shopping like I used to do. Mostly, I'm on track, and can afford a little something here and there. I've been dreaming of a pair of jeans that actually fit. And there's a new mp3 player I want. So I spent about two hours after work yesterday going in and out of stores, browsing, fondling. I came home with a cold pepsi (my frige is still busted) and a tooth brush.

Yeah, that's right - this material boy is material no more, apparently. Seems like everything I looked at felt like it cost too much, or I talked myself out of it. I just find that so strange. I used to shop like crazy, spending money I didn't even have, on things I didn't need. Now it's like pulling teeth to get me to buy something I actually *do* need. Weird.

So anyway, today I'm going to go out and I'm not coming home until I have a pair of jeans and my mp3 player. I worked hard for this extra chunk of change on my paycheck. I deserve some new stuff.