Now of course we know that I cannot sleep late, ever, cannot wallow in luxurious bed til the cows come home, since my caffeine addiction will give me a very nasty headache if I do, but I can sleep about an hour longer than usual. And so I did. The alarm went off at its usual time, I turned it off and turned over, and went solidly back to sleep for an hour. An hour!
And then I made my coffee and schlepped around the house in my pajamas for a couple hours, not immediately showering and dressing as I usually do, and that was fun as well. I spent most of the weekend in my pajamas, in fact, only taking a few quick trips to run errands and go to the library. I pondered merely putting my long coat on over my pajamas, but I am not someone who can carry something like that off with any degree of savoir faire, and would merely have looked like a housewife who had lost all sense of appropriate behavior. And the library and the grocery store are places I go to at least once a week. They know me there! Not like it was a 7-11 across from the motel on my trip across country, or anything. I mean.
I also spent most of the weekend in my chair. In my pajamas and in my chair, ahh, bliss. I watched a few movies, and read a few books, and ate a few crackers. Graham as well as soda. I even took an actual nap in my bed. Soundly asleep. One in the chair, too, just a little naplet. Often happens when I have been reading for awhile.
I did, however, do the dishes and fold the clean towels and tidy up and make a strawberry-peach upside-down cobbler. The house smelled glorious as it was baking. I went and opened my door so my neighbors could all enjoy the smell. If any of them had turned up looking hungry, then I could have shared! But none of them did. They haven't learned yet, but they will.