Jackson, Mississippi at 7 am on a damp Sunday morning is a very quiet place. I can assure you, after a brief stroll around the block of my hotel that all commerce is asleep and everything is closed, even the stupid gas station convenience store.
I was under the false impression that there was a Federal Law that required them to stay open 24/7. I need smokes and caffeine and the semi-warm brown water in the lobby of the hotel is not my idea of coffee.
My signficant other is either asleep or hung over or a mix. She will probably sleep till noon when God Fearing people will be up and around. Repentant and groggy, I expect, but ambulatory. Until them I will just pace around the parking lot and count the number of late model cars that drive by me.
As of 730 I was up to six.
I should have finished off that bottle of Gin at 2 am and I would still be asleep, too. Which clearly is how Sunday mornings are supposed to be spent in this area code.
Damn, I mean, Amen.
thanks to moeyz for the title/ inspiration etc