Weekend mornings are the best (and holiday mornings too). On the weekend, I like to laze around a bit in my jammies, and have a quiet breakfast, read my latest magazines, have a second cup of tea, give treats to the kitties, sit on the couch for a bit (of course with a certain CoCo on my lap), update my tracker.
It's quiet around here at that time. No one is really up and moving yet, and it's not really the season for mowing the lawn (although you wouldn't know it judging by the springlike weather that we've been having lately!).
That little routine is what I look forward to come Friday night. It's wind down time. Settle down time. Peace time. Time to recharge the batteries for another work week.
Now, I was talking to a lady who is retired, who said that everyday is like a weekend. In other words, the weekends are the same as the weekdays. Right now I can't grasp that concept, except that I hope that when (if) I ever get to retire, that I'll still be able to separate the weekends from the weekdays. To keep them special.
Here's to a restful rest of weekend!