I love our kickback Sunday morning ritual of going out to breakfast, reading, going out to breakfast, taking a leisurely stroll and pretty much doing nothing, except going out to breakfast (I LOVE going out to breakfast, although I'm sure you figured that out pretty quickly). Saturday’s tend to be hectic running errands and doing shopping or whatever chores I put off during the week, including torturing the dog as we did a couple of weeks ago (something I always have enough energy for). But on Sunday’s I never feel compelled to do anything more than I want to do. It’s my day.
My day started lying in bed watching Grey’s anatomy where I yelled at Meredith to stop all that whining, already! Seriously! My day usually starts earlier than Bill’s day. Bill stays up too late playing on the Internet. I can see him scowling at me now for telling you all this little tidbit, and I’ll likely hear about it when he reads this post because there will be a comment fly from across the hallway from his office to mine. However, in being completely honest he has been staying up late working on this new blog site. So I can hardly tease him too much about it (at least if I want him to finish the site).
We make the short jaunt down the road to Rocky’s Cafe for breakfast, one healthy breakfast and one not so much. I bet you can probably guess who had the “not so much” healthy breakfast of pancakes! As it was cold, Webster was stuck in the car, but he never has to worry because we always come back to the car, doggy bag in hand (his reward for patiently waiting and without any indiscretions). This morning was great because, for some reason, there were very few people out on the road today or in Rocky’s. Usually there is a wait unless you’re willing to sit outside, which we always opt for unless it’s cold like today. No wait, either to be seated or getting our food. Which was good because I was pretty hungry. My plate was perfectly clean when I was finished (well, not quite as clean as when Webster does the plate cleaning, but pretty close).
Next on "my" agenda (which, of course, Bill gets lured into): the bird store. I needed a new bird (the reasons for such shall be the topic of another post). But here’s a clue: damned squirrels! Bill falls over when he sees the price of the one that I’ve selected, truly the only squirrel proof feeder. It’s probably a good thing I fed him before the trip to the bird store.
The sun came out and the skies were blue, embellished with white, puffy clouds so we took the slow route home. The rest of my day will likely be spent in a combination of relaxing and getting blog posts ready for the upcoming week. But maybe before all that I'll just have myself a little nap.