Sunday morning blues

I woke up this morning. The dog was in bed with us. The morning was dark; we are on Daylight Savings Time. It was only 6:30 this morning. But I got up anyway and went out and watched television for awhile.

Now it is later and the house is still and lit by a grey morning light. I am sitting in this chair and I can hear the rain coming steadily.

Chris Isaak is on the television, talking to Trisha Yearwood. She is from Monticello, Georgia, just about forty miles east of here on Georgia 16. Now she lives in Oklahoma with her husband, Garth Brooks. I guess she lives in Oklahoma. She hasn't actually said.

Chris Isaak is interesting. He is a few months older than me. He was from Stockton, California. Which probably meant that he listened to country music as well as rock and roll as a child. He has an old fashioned sound.

I remember driving over to Monticello awhile back, before they expanded the old courthouse on the square by adding a whole other courthouse on the back of the original. At the time, they had a picture of Trisha Yearwood hung up in the front lobby of the courthouse. I have got to believe that is the only courthouse with a country singer's picture in the lobby.

I guess I will get up and get the coffee prepared so when Cindy and Kate get up they can start it up. It is still raining. I guess that will last for awhile today.

Why is it that I get to Sunday and always wish it was still Saturday morning?