“Sunday morning
Slow beats seething
Through the screens in
The open windows
Eggs frying
Legs shaking
After we stayed lying
So long in bed
Sunday morning
Both of us reading
And looking up occasionally
Looking up occasionally
“Sunday morning
You’re doing your thing
And I am doing mine
Speaking words
More a formality
Cuz we can feel we
Are of one mind
Sunday morning
Sheets still warm
Kitties swarming
Around our feet
Life comes easy
Your sweet company
Making it so complete…”
– Ani DiFranco, “Sunday Morning,” Knuckle Down
This morning we slept for 10 hours, because we don’t have kids and though Scott got up at 7 a.m. to let out Glin, sleep returned easily and settled in for another three hours. I made a breakfast we’ve been Twittering about all morning – Hash browns, from scratch, shredded by hand, with roasted red peppers, garlic and cheese. Poached eggs on whole wheat toast with bacon crumbles and chives. Coffee. – and we have a dog at our feets, laptops on our laps, Gilmore Girls on the TV. We really haven’t left the bed yet. Except for all of the breakfast making I did.
It’s so happy and lovely here.
