A Typical Sunday Morning

I open my laptop and start perusing the Sunday morning internets.


A few moments later funky beats bow-chicka-bow-wows out of my speakers. 


Andy, who is also scrolling through the Sunday morning internets, raises an eyebrow in my direction.


"I'm watching a YouTube video about a guy revealing a crazy large harvest of container grown potatoes." I say, turning the screen so he can witness the potato glory.

He nods. "That's a lot of potatoes."