I love Saturday mornings. Like holidays, they give permission to turn off the work-sign and play a little. LIke go get donuts for breakfast. And let the stinky towels start to ferment. Monday's good for them.
The house is quiet now. I smell my Kenya coffee, and feel my hairy legs on the ottoman. For now I will just breathe in and out and sip the coffee. Then slowly I'll get up and change to go to the donut shop. mm
Saturday mornings are so sweet. mm
Thank you, Lord.