So it's Sunday, what used to be called in some places 'The Lord's Day' and maybe still is for all I know. It definitely feels different from the other days, quieter somehow, more contemplative. This is my first time blogging and truthfully I'm not even sure why I started. I signed up last night when I'd had a few beers, but I must have had more impetus than that I guess 'cause here I am the next day, rambling. It's Sunday afternoon but feels like Sunday morning 'cause we had pancake brunch followed by a nap. There's cleaning to do and maybe I'm seducing Fido slightly but, I don't know, there's a lot going on in the world of big and small and maybe I just need to BLAH a bit. Yesterday I was having my morning coffee at the local hangout and wondering as usual what it is exactly I go there for. It's the social hit, sure, but it's not always satisfying, and I don't know why. I guess 'cause we don't necessarily talk about anything, and the silences aren't easy but empty. It feels like people have alot to say, but when it comes to it there's no starting point, no way to dig a little deeper. So we sit and discuss the weather, which is okay sometimes, or thigs we did once, also okay, but not very often where we are. It's like we're almost with each other but not quite. Maybe it's just me.