In case you've been wondering where my propensity for such gloriously lazy Sunday Mornings comes from, it comes from right here. Oh. Sorry. I don't mean it comes from my blog. I mean it comes from where I am at this moment: home in South Dakota at my parents' house.
When I rolled out of bed this sunny (and warm: 33 degrees at 8am!) morning, Sunday Morning was on the TV. All three cats were stretched out in various sunbeams (or on the back of the couch), and life was good. I let Mom and Dad each go off to their different church services, and turned off the TV in favor of a few low-key CDs. They should be home any minute now, with the Sioux Falls Argus Leader newspaper in hand. And in about 5 minutes I'll be pulling a lemon and blueberry coffee cake out of the oven.
It's definitely not the same as stretching out on the couch with Christopher, but I have to admit that it's kind of nice to get back to my roots from time to time.