Saturday mornings are one of my favorite times of the week. The world is quiet on Saturday mornings. That second pot of coffee forces me to linger longer. I can read the paper from cover to cover. I can sort the mail from the week. I can sit.
This Saturday I had a guest helping me run errands. She and I browsed the racks a little longer. Her brother opted to stay home and do homework.
This afternoon looked like this:
Ordinary days are the best days. Just sayin’.