March 4: Sunday Morning

Sometimes the day's greatest pleasures can be its simplest ones, like sleeping in a little late and then sitting across from my husband at the breakfast table while he reads and I work on a crossword. He's just boiled eggs, and I've got an awesome sticky bun from Home Kitchen and a big mug of green tea with honey. The cat purrs nearby, hoping for handouts. Still in my flannel PJs, I've got nothing ahead of me planned for the day beyond finishing this puzzle.

Perfect Sunday start:
crossword puzzle, sticky bun.
Paul and cat here too.