This was the first Saturday in a few months where I did not go into the office. I did not work. I was exhausted. I slept for years this weekend. Nothing was wrong with me. I was just tired. This morning when I finally did wake up I started frying bacon and sipping black coffee. Frying bacon always reminds me of childhood weekends at my grandparents' cabin. The only time I saw my grandfather in the kitchen was at the cabin when he was frying bacon and making breakfast gravy. Frying bacon and sipping my coffee is a great way to start a morning.
After my body was full of food and coffee, my husband and I took Trigger on a walk. I did yard work. He studied. I took a bubble bath. He studied. We went to yoga. I did laundry. He studied. We ate dinner.
It was a plain old ordinary lazy Sunday in our house. Those are the best kinds of Sundays.
Proof! Gay people are just like you.
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