My wife comes home Saturday night which means Sunday is when I have the best sleep of the week –

On Sunday morning around 10a.m. I stumble outside and sit on the park bench and watch the neighbors walk their dogs –

I know all the dogs names and some of the neighbors names –

There’s a stain on my shirt that didn’t come out – looks like coffee from the previous work week –

I fight the urge to go back and change before stepping on the bus –

It’s the little things that get us –