I slept in today. There are a lot of things I should have been doing this morning, like getting up and maybe doing laundry and taking out the garbage and seeing whether or not we’ll be able to peel all the wallpaper off the walls in the round room, and watering the back yard, and trapping Checkers in the bathroom so I can trim her (too long) nails), but instead, I slept in. My brain finally shut off, just once, and let me sleep in, blissfully, until after 9am. It was lovely.

We had brunch at a little cafe we were introduced to a few weeks ago by some friends of Richard. We sat at high tables and ate omelets oozing with meat and cheese, and potatoes that were perfect. We drove downtown and wandered around Old Sacramento, because the weather was too lovely not to take advantage. We went to the chocolate store and he got a frozen banana and I had ice cream. I bought a puzzle with dragons on it, and we took it home and I sat at the dining room table and put it together while he sat at his computer and worked on his writing. I read a few books. We watched some TV. None of the things I should have been doing got done, and that’s okay. Because it was a perfectly lovely day.