That thud overhead? Don't be alarmed. I'm pretty sure it is the boys - Zack and his cousin, Austin - playing in my room and I am pretty sure because if not, I have to entertain notions about vampires playing baseball upstairs or, Scary Thought #2: there's an intruder. I pick little rambunctious boys for the win, but I am unwilling to verify said theory because that would require rising up out of this chair.
And the chair is a nice place to be.
The sun is shining through my window and the mutts are huddled together, snoozing the first of many snoozes today.
If I had a cup of tea, I could probably justify staying here all day.
Yet remarkably, no one is buying this nonsense. I need to take the tree down, and plod my way forward; no more milking 'I'm sore from yoga' today.
And it feels good - this calm - on the last week of the year, counting down to something juicy and sweet, around the corner.
Tired, and hopeful, Monday just might be my favorite after all.