Sundays are for… brats and bbqs, for football playoffs and coffee with a dear friend. For cleaning, though I did little compared the other housemates. Mostly I put away the Christmas decorations. This didn’t take as long as I thought. It’s for my sister baking cinnamon coffee cake muffins and for making H scrambled eggs. For taking the dog to a big field and letting him run off-leash on purpose. He loved it, and came back again. It’s for sitting in traffic on the 405 N and having to drive H’s car home in the dark on the 405 S. It’s for ranking on the Patriots and then feeling bad when they lose… kind of.
And it’s for finally getting some quiet time, right now, by myself… almost. xo