As the Sun Slowly Sinks in the West

I didn't have a very productive day.  Jerry and I went out for a pleasant breakfast at El Búcaro (where we saw flamenco back in January).  I washed dishes after lunch, did some laundry, sent some emails, commented on some blog posts, phoned my mother and brother.  I didn't go for my brisk walk.  I didn't exercise.  I didn't stretch.  I didn't give money to any street musicians, or to anyone else on the street.  I didn't draw.  I didn't write.  I still didn't whisk any eggs.  I didn't study Spanish.  I didn't socialize.

So, when I headed back up to the roof a short time ago to retrieve the laundry I had left hanging there to dry, I wasn't very energized.  Until I opened the door to the sunset. I am now inspired to do more tomorrow.