Oh the glorious-ness of a quiet, lazy Sunday…
A fantastic, quiet, anti-social Sunday.
A Sunday for no alarm clocks, waking up when the sun and your REM cycle tells you to.
A Sunday for Kindle, feet up on the patio and the warm Fall sunshine.
A Sunday for not putting in your contacts and a pants-optional wardrobe.
A Sunday for curling up on the couch and seeing what new things Netflix has to offer.
A Sunday for shopping in the pantry to create something spontaneous in the crock pot.
So here’s to lazy Sundays…
Sundays for quiet reflection and catnaps.
Sundays for recharging.
A Sunday for laziness.
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