Why? Why not? SoCal sunshine is an insistent bastard. Get up! Get out of bed! Run a 10K! Do do do. Be be be! Be seen! Be seen! Be seen!
Some Sundays it's just not worth it. (Alright, some Mondays it's just not worth it, either.) But some Sundays I just don't have that much to contribute. Some Sundays I just want to take in. Whether it's bacon, coffee, newsprint or late afternoon amour, Sundays do need to be about receiving.