Unusual Sunday Morning

So this is what it's like for many women of my age.

Sleep in on Sunday morning, read the paper in the back
with coffee cup in hand, set the coupon books aside
for later. Husband waiting thoughtfully to start the noisier
of chores, some catching up on what is going on this week.
Toast, a little stretching, quiet without the bustle of a household
getting ready to go out, breakfast, calling grandson from his
mission waging war by video, reminding teenage girl
her shower's gone on long enough. Not that I want a steady
diet of this, not for a few years, anyway, but still,
it's nice to get a taste of what those other ladies have all the
time, once in awhile. Different than to get away (although that
has its merit, too), just being home without
the usual routines and complications. Lazy feeling, not
to be responsible for anyone but me.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014