Today I awoke at 6:15am as the teenager got ready for his day of work (!!). I got out of bed knowing I had to move my car so he could get his car out to leave for the day. 6:15am is, in my opinion, an uncivilized time to wake up on a Saturday morning. So I went back to bed 'just for a little bit'.
I next woke at 11:30am. Eghads! I felt really good, but gee, half the day was gone. Fine, I decided, I would revel in the leisurely. I made a pot of coffee and grabbed the latest copy of Rolling Stone. At 1:30pm I thought it was probably time to accomplish something. Thinking about dinner was one of those things.
The weather tomorrow is still going to be cool, so it is a baking and stocking up day for the warmer weather. Or such is my delusion with feeding a teenage boy and his friends. All that I bake tomorrow will more than likely be gone in two weeks. I am just happy to spend a Zen day in the kitchen, listening to music, sipping coffee and creating.