And then I'd glance over to see Maurice sleeping next to me and think, "Well. Maybe not."
And I'd slip back into my dreams and the coolness of the sheets and it just felt so luxurious and lovely.
I did finally get up. Obviously. And Mr. Moon is on his way to town to work on some plumbing issues and I'm just lazing about, doing very little and that may be just the way this day goes.
It's been a busy, busy week and next week will be the same and the world doesn't need me at this moment and I am ever so glad of that.
Here's a little video of the morning ritual around here.
I absolutely clutched at the names of Chi-Chi and Cha-Cha.
They don't care. And I can't ever tell one from the other anyway.
Well, the chickens are up and about and busy. Maybe I'll cook one of their eggs. Or maybe I'll just eat a nice bowl of twigs and blueberries.
Either way, good morning.