There are three things that I respond to best when it comes to waking from my slumber.
The first is obvious: coffee. Specifically, the sound of the espresso machine whirring to life downstairs.
The second: breakfast. In this case, it's either the scent of somethin' cooking, or a text from my mom alerting me of a hot plate waiting downstairs.
The third: Fudge. This morning, it was the sound of her licking my plastic trash can and then jumping up to find a spot to cuddle, which ended up being on my tummy. Those precious purrrrs rumbling against me were just what I needed to rise and shine.
This morning, I had the pleasure of all three of those things waking me up.
It's been my second day in a row of sleeping in and I have to say, I am relishing this simple pleasure. No alarm to alert me of a time to start my day, big body stretches in my bed (like in the movies), and a leisurely pace at which I get ready for my day.
Man, I need to get my weekends off more often!
In any case, my morning was that classic Lionel Ritchie song: easy.
Complete with crusty eyes, coffee, eggs and bacon, long bed-head hair (don't care), and one of the fluffiest coziest robes I have ever had the privilege of wearing (thank you thank you Long Tall Sally), it was just the type of Sunday morning I had been missing.
Whether you consider Sunday to be the end of your week or the start of your week, if it's always done so with ease and contentment, then I'd say it's good either way!
That's why I'm eeee-asy, easy like a Sunday morning...
Getting a little blustery out there...
It nearly cost me a ward-robe malfunction!
