Ah, what a nice way to start a weekend. Went out last night and shot pool with a cute non husband guy. Got to pretend to flirt a little and then come home, safe and sound. Then, it was the sleeping in this morning that was really nice. Don't you love to sleep in a little? Now, of course, for someone that gets up early every morning to take care of the Dals and the husband, one day is fun. And sleeping in meant till 9:30am...not noon or anything like that. I do remember back when I was a kid, I had that inclination to sleep in. My Mom was one of those that was up at the crack of dawn, and would wake us all up. So what if it was Saturday. So what. Get up and clean the room, get up and eat something, get up and get outside. She would kill me by vacuuming the upstairs at 7am Saturday morning. Was that fair? No, but my other siblings didn't seem to mind...it was just me that wanted to be the lazy one. When I hit college and had the freedom to choose sleeping in or not it was more fun. I would sleep in one weekend and then the next I would be out in the early morning taking pictures of the dew on the grass and such. The early morning is a wonderful world and you can see all kinds of neat things. The creatures that carouse in the morning are different then those at noon or in the evening. There is a wonderful fresh feeling in the air in the morning. A feeling of newness. I will not berate the walks in the late afternoon to watch the sun set and the warmth that is in evening time. A good day deserves a nice evening stroll to relax and breathe deep the feeling of acomplishment for the days work. And a thank you to the higher ups that have allowed you to live another wonderful day. Whomever they are in your faith. Thank them. My later years in life see me waking early much more and not able to sleep late because of that. Even when I have the chance to - I can't. My body is regulated to the getting up and getting moving idea. So, sleeping late is 9am. Now if I can find some Count Dracula cereal I wil be all set. Oh boy!!!