I absolutely LOVE Sunday mornings. They are my mornings. Everyone tends to sleep in, which for the guys means I won't hear from them until at least 10 AM. Even I sleep in, which means if I manage to stay in bed until 8, I've succeeded.
This morning, not only did I succeed, I set a record. I didn't crawl out my cozy cave until 9:05 AM.
And here I sit, nearly 90 minutes later, still basking in solitude. Mike is still sleeping, Devan is still sleeping, Dean spent the night at a friend's house, the dog is sleeping, Roach is sleeping, and Leroy is outside doing kitty chores.
It's just me, my coffee, my cigarettes, and the internet. Oh, and the birds singing up a storm.
Does life get any more perfect than this??
I think not.