Sunday Morning

On Sunday mornings I take my time waking up.  I make my coffee.  I scoot around in my pink fuzzy slippers.  I open the door and grab my Sunday newspaper (Ha Papi! In the city they throw it right at your door...no walking through dew and getting wet feet in the dark!  And they deliver it early...I don't have to threaten murder).  And then Lyn and I settle down, turn on Fox and enjoy waking up at our own pace.