SUNDAY BREAD Rain reigns the day but I have within me a restless spirit of play. May venture out later to the Sunday markets and see what another Pumpkin Spice Latte tastes like before this fall fad turns into red and green swirling something or other. The first one I ever had last week was very nice but overly syrupy. Would that others might understand not all of us have a perpetual penchant for sanguine drinks… food… or prose… that syrupy high has an afterbite of reality to it that often methinks is deliberate for it’s all too easy to get addicted to sugar… and need that boost again… and again… not today for me… It’s been a while since I wandered around a bookstore leisurely so that could well be included in my Sunday worship for I do love books. Jack Hodgins work, “A Passion for Narrative,” is what enthralls my morning mind since awakening today as the autumn tones of study and exam(ine) swoop into my psyche, motivating me to take whatever it is I think I already know and develop myself further. While I am choosing my Sunday dress (see, cannot help but dress up on Sunday, even if it’s only my best pyjamas, lol)…I’ll share a little real life Sunday Joni Mitchell for your listening pleasure. Well, I think so, lol. This is the crusty Sunday bread I am chewing on today. Hope yours is sweetly balanced.