A Lazy Day

I stayed snuggled up on the couch drinking tea. Or in bed with a book. Or watching television. Or even a combination of several of the options. We didn't get out of our housecoats. We didn't call a single person. We didn't even talk very much.

It was a lazy day.

As a child lazy days were long and tedious.

Now those days fly by with incredible speed.

So, in honour of the last few minutes of that day. I'm going to add something to the list above.

Most shockingly, I didn't write a blog.