Sunday

On Sunday mornings at my house, T and I wake up but don't leave the bed, instead bringing books and computers into the fold.  I drink prodigious amounts of coffee, read, and troll the Internet.  T plays computer games.  We check out Post Secret together.  We whisper our conversations and laughter because JT is still snoring away in the room next door.  Inevitably, the cats join us to get some petting and affection.

It doesn't last for more than an hour.  Invariably, the cats leave or the boy wakes up and the rest of the day begins. But in that hour, I am reminded that all is happy in my world.  The people I love are nearby, the coffee is warm, and the living is easy.