There is something about a Sunday that just feels different than any other day.
It is Sunday in New York City and it is a gloomy,foggy and rainy day. Their is a fog hanging over the city that makes all the buildings look like they are playing hide and seek.
It is the perfect day to pull the covers over your head and drift back to sleep.
Unfortunatelyfor me, I am working today so the fantasy of curling up with coffee and the paper is just that. :(
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I have that fantasy every day - it never comes true for me either! :)
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