Sundays are pretty much the same every time around here. John & I are especially happy to keep to the house and spend time just with each other since he’ll be gone for an extended deployment very soon.
Anyhoo, we usually get up in a hurry, John makes the coffee while I grab whatever I can find for breakfast (cereal? leftovers? nothing?) and then we run out the door to church. By 11:00 a.m., we’re back and we either work on the yard, work on the house, head to work, or if I’m lucky, I head to the barn.
Today we picked out paint for several of our rooms we’ve been trying to finish, John hung up a hunting-scene carpet and did some other handy-man stuff, I planted some petunias and hung some up, and we took in a Rays game (Rays won!)
And the breakfast was special this morning – apple pie courtesy of John’s mom. Even plucked from the fridge shelf in a hurry and eaten plain, it is just as delicious.
Eighteen-year-old Siamese on inspection duty is, unfortunately, not a rarity. I told John he’ll miss that pesty little critter, too, though.
