Arising At 10 AM On A Sunday Morning Like In The Old Days

SUNRISE OVER THE 4TH HOLE IN TITUSVILLE,FL.  I MISSED IT BY 4 HOURS TODAY

                     It's noon.  I'm still not awake after arising at 10 on a Sunday morning.  I haven't done this in years.  What precipitated this I don't really know.  Maybe it was an enjoyable trek around the Brevard Zoo in Viera on a beautiful day or food poisoning at Moe's Southwestern Grill in Viera or watching vulgar demeaning especially to women teenage boy movies on tv on a Saturday night or avoiding the other choice which was Penn State wearing blue at the football game in respect for the victims raped as young boys in the state college locker room by the former defensive coordinator who they still let in the locker room after he retired in spite of numerous complaints to the university authorities or that it was a cool night and I could close the windows so I never heard any golf  course lawnmowers at sunrise or leaf blowers.   OR MAYBE IT WAS THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I WOULD WRITE THE LONGEST MOST RAMBLING RUN ON SENTENCE IN THE HISTORY OF LITERATURE WHEN I WOKE UP.  It makes James Joyce's ULLYSES seem easily  intelligible.

                      So that's all folks.  I'm still waking up and it's approaching 1p.m..