Sunday, April 19, 2009

Sunday, Sunday

I am the only person awake in my house.

The scent of coffee brewing combines with the aroma of biscuits baking in the oven, delighting my senses.

I have a solitary hour in which to read the newspaper in complete silence.

To take full command of the remote control or to surf the internet without interruption.

To sit in the breakfast nook and soak up the rays of sunshine as they filter through the bay window.

To close my eyes and dream of foreign lands, exotic locations.

To sit in lotus position, breathing deeply, relaxing every fiber of every sore muscle.

One solitary hour every Sunday morning. One hour in which to preserve my sanity.

No wonder God rested on the 7th day.


  1. A. Shame on you, you have my dream kitchen. I demand you give it back. ;)
    B. Totally freaking jealous you get that hour of peace in the morning, regardless of the day. My cherubs are up before 6 am; I can count on one hand the number of times I've been up before them.

  2. I'm normally the one sleeping in, so no peaceful hour for me. I often thought about how nice that would be, but then my be feels too good to give up. :)

  3. AND you have a clean kitchen!!