Trivial quandries

I find myself pacing the house. 

• Should I take the bike out and risk getting rained on?
• Should I catch the bus and risk getting rained on? 
• Should I buy a ticket for a play downtown tomorrow when I know that I have no way of getting there? (No bus service on Sunday)
• Should I resign myself to being stuck inside all weekend?  (After all, I do have editing and sewing to do.)  Right now the weather is so nice that I don't want to stay in.

WritersIsland-prompt-Whimsy

Weekday Whimsy

I know where Sunday ends and Monday begins.
I see it on the first workday morning when
midnight is a down coverlet twisted around the trunks of neighborhood trees.
Two doors down, the tallest cypress is like my six foot one father.
Already, his beard of Spanish moss is full of
sunlight, thin as wedding lace
in the gray morning.


http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2010/09/25/prompt-22-for-2010-whimsy/