There are few things I find more enjoyable than a Saturday morning. Around our house it’s usually a pot of coffee then an agreeably late breakfast before getting down to the important stuff, read, watch something we’ve DVR’d or talk. Often, no matter what we’ve chosen to do, we end up talking. We’ve been known to recite so many passages out loud from the books we’re currently reading that the listener finally throws up their hands and says, don’t tell me any more, I’m going to have to read that one myself. We’ve also been known to take more than twice the broadcast length of a movie or television show to get to the end because we keep pausing the action to discuss what we think is going to happen. Is this respect even comedies become a kind of whodunit.
This post is a short one because we’ve just finished that pot of coffee and the agreeably late breakfast is about to start.
And after that? Well, we'll have to talk.
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