Sunday for Underachievers

What can I say? I'm off my A-game today. Feeling sub-par and a couple of steps behind the rest of the world. What a gift to have a day to be a layabout--I'm feeling better already.

Sleep in, then stagger downstairs
to make coffee.
What day is it?
Regret missing church, and move on
to the New York Times.
Tend to sick pre-teen son,
who suddenly likes you again
on account of the toast and tea
you bring.
Take non-sick older son to his soccer game
and watch the kids run
while moving as little as possible
Serve up an unremarkable dinner
and return to the horizontal position
and the newspaper.
Stagger back to bed.
Tomorrow is a new day.