Sunday p.m.


It’s that time, just before bed on Sunday when you’re ready to go to bed, but dread it at the same time. It was a rather productive weekend: reknitting the sock and starting on the toe decreases, a website redesign meeting for the swim team, not one, but two practices, roasted turnips, a new restaurant with an old friend, groceries and a visit to the dog park (followed by a long overdue bath).

But heading off to bed means the week starts anew: long days at work, the stress an ever-growing to-do list, not enough down time with my man. Luckily, I get to cuddle up next to the above mug and the guy who took the picture.

5 Responses to “Sunday p.m.”

  1. Mel Says:

    Sleep is always a good thing, especially if there’s cuddling involved.

  2. Sheila Says:

    This isn’t so much a comment on today’s blog, but I grew up at 250 Roosevelt Way, which, I am guessing, is near the dog park you go to. I’ve lived in Idaho for many years, but did recently live at the house on Roosevelt Way while my dad was ill. He has since died (2 years ago) and the house was sold. I miss it very much . . . so many happy memories there and in that neighborhood.

  3. scout Says:

    I hope you had a good sleep and your Monday isn’t too torturous.

  4. TrickyTricot Says:

    What’s a roasted turnip? I mean, how do you make one and how do they taste? I’ve only eaten turnips once – and they were nasty. Sort of off topic… oops….

  5. Sean Says:

    I totally know that Sunday night feeling. Hope your Monday was less painful that you expected!