Sunday Mornings...

Sunday mornings are quickly becoming some of my favorite times of the week. Many of my friends tell me how they sleep in on Sundays. (In some cases, it's a mandatory recovery time from their Saturday night excesses.) For me though, I get up early on Sunday mornings. Everyone else is asleep. Even the cats. I open the windows and devote an hour or so to cleaning. I take the time to reflect on the week that has gone by and on things I want to achieve in the week to come. Once I finish cleaning, I brew dark coffee and make breakfast. Generally, I'm not a breakfast person. Breakfast is usually an afterthought I grab out of necessity, but on Sundays I make an exception. Usually I turn on some jazz and the cats reluctantly and sluggishly plop down beside my feet. This morning I made zucchini pancakes. They were light and fluffy. The golden discs doused in maple syrup and topped with a pad of sweet butter melted in my mouth and were simply scrumptious.

After breakfast, we usually go for a drive. Not far. I feel guilty about wasting gas. But I love to ride in a car with the windows down and the wind blowing along the country roads. I invent tasks and chores to be done to justify these little luxurious rides. I love my Sunday mornings.