The Texas sun woke up before me this first Sunday of September.
Labor Day.
The birds are silent this morning. Labor Day must be a holiday for them too.
I was having myself too much fun over at Miss Puerto Rico's last night. This likely was the cause of the rare anomaly of my rise after the sun.
I will need to be wearing my sunglasses when I go swimming in a few minutes.
I have no idea what labors lay ahead of me on Labor Day. Besides laboring in the pool.
Let There Be Light . . .
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through the stained glass windows of St. Patrick’s Cathedral (1892) on a
Sunday morning in May.
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