lazy sunday

I woke up this morning to a dark, gloomy sky.  The air was cool…fall like…and the rain was falling in a heavy mist.  I had to take the dogs out, despite my desire to crawl back under the covers for a few more hours of sleep.  They don’t seem to understand the “rainy Sunday” schedule.  So I got up, took them out, fed them breakfast, and then crawled back into bed for another hour or so.  I had to pull Indy into the bed too, so he would lay still.  We slept until he was restless.  And then it was back to the kitchen to make breakfast.  I pulled out the waffle iron and discovered that the last person who made waffles had left it dirty.  Not just waffle dirty…it had melted chocolate burned into the little squares.  I would have rather thrown it away and bought a new one, but instead I cleaned it and made waffles for breakfast. 

The rest of the day was very literally spent lying around watching movies and reading books.  We didn’t cook.  Mike went to the store for ready-made comfort food—fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese—from the grocery store deli.  I took another nap in the middle of the day.  The kind of nap you only take when you have the flu…or it’s just a rainy, lazy, Sunday.

I wish I had some Jiffy Pop, some vanilla pudding, and a Walt Disney World DVD to pop in the machine.  Oh, and maybe a pair of footie pajamas, and a fuzzy blanket. 

I think it’s supposed to rain tomorrow too. 

It won’t be the same.  It will be Monday.

Until the next time…I’ll be listening to the sound of falling rain hitting the window.

Copyright © 2000-2018, Erica Lucke Dean. All rights reserved. Any retranscription or reproduction is prohibited and illegal.
Posted on September 26, 2010 .