woke up early (well, early for me on a weekend) with a little help and immediately began the events that would constitute my day. (to write about it makes it seem active, because the sentence requires both a subject and a verb. but in truth my beginning found me in repose: stewing in the quagmire of concerns that controls my consciousness and sipping my morning coffee as is my routine. practically speaking, i pass hours on end either on couch or chair while my fingernails grow and my nose drips. i fret about things i think i would like to get done. i turn every so often and smile in his direction. i stand up and sit back down as the coffee cup requires. i wait.) today was Sunday and that means CBS Sunday Morning is my only goal. i achieved it.