No matter how hard I try, nor how late I stay up reading, morning always seems to come 'round again. Darn it.
I slept late (!), not arising until 0718; that's the latest I've stayed in bed in ... honestly, I can't remember the last time. I generally wake before 0530, except when on vacation. I don't even fight it anymore; a lifetime habit isn't something I can turn on/off easily. Darn it.
But we had a leisurely morning, as it's the first Saturday in several weeks that Younger Daughter doesn't have to go to work. We lazed around the living room, sipping coffee and enjoying a companionable silence until breakfast.
Scrambled eggs, a thick slice of fresh-baked bread with butter and marion blackberry jam, and a cup o' joe on the side ... can't be beat.
It's 4 degrees outside, so I'm in no hurry to get started, and may just take it easy today. Thanks for stopping by, my friends.