Thoughts on weekend waking

The realization that it was Saturday and not Friday.
The realization that the sun is shining and I can lay in bed all day if I want.
The realization that I could go back to sleep if I wanted or that I could stay in bed and keep reading the fun novel next to my pillow.
The pleasure of curling up in cozy, comfy blankets and the delicious illusion of endless glorious time.

On a Fine Sunday

I am lazing around reading a novel about Zombies, eating pretzel shells and listening to Frank Sinatra on the radio. It has too long since I have passed the day suchly. It is delicious. Perhaps later, I will have a glass of lemonade.