Lazy Sundays

I love lazy Sundays.  This one is somewhat typical for our house.  We all slept late, which in our house means past 8 am, but only because Emma was away at a sleepover.  She's our early riser, even on weekends.  After getting up, Derek turns on the radio to NPR, makes coffee, makes Claire breakfast, and I slowly stumble into the day.  Derek stretches and leaves to go play soccer across the street at the Middle school,  Claire settles in on the couch with Derek's iPad, playing some game.  I surprise myself by stretching and then getting on my bike, taking our dog Copper over to the Middle School for a run.  I ride around the track, covering nearly two miles, wave to Derek, call to Copper, and head home.  "This American Life" is on NPR now, so I make another pot of coffee, settle on the couch to listen, laughing at the short story being read by the author, and contemplate getting up to start laundry.  Claire's still playing her game, Derek's not home yet, and the house is unusually quiet without Emma here, the radio the only sound bouncing off the walls.  I'm on the couch now, computer in my lap, watching the morning coastal cloud cover blow across the sky, and typing this blog. I'm considering making a necklace, getting up for more coffee, stretching again, starting that laundry.  But for now, I think I'll just continue to be lazy.  Happy Sunday.