Thoughts of a Sunday

No, not the fudge-covered kind! The kind after you've slept late, gotten breakfast, attended to various exercise and luncheon needs, and gone out on a nice long run. I managed to muster enough energy to get all the way up past the zoo, around the pocket park full of crows, and back down along the lake to the gym. It was a lovely albeit chilly afternoon, and the second walk for my mom had a backdrop of spectacular skies, with enormous dark storm systems skirting us round in every direction, and us in the blue eye of it all.
We took our son out for a bite this evening, and ended up staying for a couple of hours or so, having a widely varied and productive round of discourse. Much of it revolved around his concerns about consumer society, and how it perhaps is being stage-managed by nefarious agencies for, well, nefarious reasons. He just left to go off to the People's Pub to hang out with some of his wonderful buddies; I am sincere in this observation, I like his friends.
To bed, to read a bit more of Atwood's book about writing.