Sunday sloth or wending walkabout?

ONE [10:31 AM ] ...where by 'sloth' I mean to suggest sitting in my humble 3-mat hut and working and writing for hours, butt on seat, staring at the characters and artifacts on the computer monitors, standing up now and then to swat at gnats coming in from the open, unscreened window. ::chuckle:: Not exactly the most exciting Sunday to contemplate, though the inner world of Index Mirabilis projects stirring to life has its own thrill and joy to embrace. Or, I could go walking for hours along the City's diverse streets, perhaps watch the highing tide along the Embarcadero, listen to the conversations of brown pelicans and seagulls, the murmur of adults and exclamations of young children, the familiar clattering of the old streetcars shined anew for a different age. That would be good for the blood, for the circulation, the muscles on legs and hips alike, the swinging of arms a belay and delay against the relay of olden aging and the torpor of entropy. There are library branches to…