Ain't Nobody Got Time For That

{elevenses}

When we're able, we weekend hard.  I'm in my pajamas until noon, at least, and doing one of three things; eating, reading or knitting.  Preferably a combination of two or more.

This is one of those weekends.

The most strenuous thing we're working on is our laundry pile, which is my favorite home to-do anyway.  I leave dishes duty to my more than capable sous-chef but ain't nobody got time for that today.

We do have time for a late, lazy breakfast (instant oatmeal!), fooling around making ringtones (success!) and making a few holiday plans.

I was listening to The Classic Tales podcast the other day and this sentence struck me as one of the best I've heard in a long time, "...life reached in, seized him, handled him, stretched him, and unrolled him like a piece of Irish lace on a Saturday-afternoon bargain-counter".  F. Scott Fitzgerald is a genius.

I can handle a week like that as long as I have time to catch up again - thank goodness for the weekend.

{guest room light}