One visit to the parents, quite a few shopping stops, a birthday spent with a friend, a very late night (followed by an early morning wake-up call), and two large loads of laundry later, my body had had enough.
Sunday afternoon, after Bob made me a delicious savory French toast brunch, I snuggled under two quilts and closed my eyes. For a few moments, I thought the noise from a construction site a few houses away would keep me awake. But eventually, as tired bodies do, I melted into the bed and dozed off.
When I woke up, the bedroom was lit with gentlest day light – it was the most luxurious moment of my weekend. Even more so than the French toast.
Catnaps…they really are exquisite, aren’t they?