Ahh...sleeping in until the cat begins his subtle pats to my face and his non-stop treble of a purr. Saturday mornings are a day to snuggle in the warm bed of the night before, let my mind drift and reflect upon my now hazy dreams, and do NOTHING. There is security in the sheets, so to speak. You haven't been bombarded by the day's agenda and you are drifting between the two worlds of sleep and awake. It is a gentle time and a slower pace. Even when I do put feet to floor, the cadence of the time snuggling stays with me. A sip of coffee, and leisurely breakfast with fresh, hot pancakes and syrup, staring out the window to gauge the weather for the day. All are unhurried and unfettered by schedules and lists. I wish I could take the feelings of a Saturday morning into the week. Life would be slower and more reflective. Who knows, maybe more meaningful things would be accomplished.
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