Sunday, April 21, 2013
During the week Paul wakes first and begins the day. I'm slow to rise, reluctant to get out of bed.
The dogs wake at the same time each day, year round. (How do they do that?)
On Saturday and Sunday I hear all the things I sleep through on weekdays. I get up, let the beasts out, make the coffee. Paul sleeps in.
Surprisingly I rather like the quiet house, all to myself for a short time, awaiting sunrise.