All Things Profane and Sacred

During the week, J leaves the house at about 5 a.m. to get to his job by 6. By Thursday we begin the countdown to the weekend. Saturday mornings are reserved for lying in bed, usually in a monkeypile with the dogs and cat, drinking Irish Coffee, listening to NPR, getting stoned, talking about stuff, playing along with Michael Feldman and Will Shorts, trying to solve the weekly puzzler on car talk, and getting in a good snuggle under a pile of blankets while the rain patters against the windows. Sometimes there is also french toast and hashbrowns. Ah, the sweet life.