Lazy Sunday

Recently, Sundays have morphed in to a day spent mostly curled up in bed with books, and occasionally, the laptop. I have been speed-reading through a collection of library books, and books that have been lying in wait on my shelf, with plenty of hours on Sunday dedicated to page-turning. The thing is, our TV is downstairs in the basement, and from late-autumn to late-spring, it's far too cold for me to justify trekking downstairs to watch cartoons. So Zoey and I curl up in bed, and while I read, she either flips through her latest library book selections, or watches Dora on the laptop. Sometimes she naps. Most times, she doesn't. She reads Berenstain Bears books to the cat, loses interest, treks down the hall to see what Daddy is up to. Comes back later with an armload of baby dolls and reads to them, instead (they are better listeners). We take breaks for more coffee, snacks, folding a load of laundry. And then it's back to reading.

Spring is debating whether it wants to make an early appearance here in Washington. I am mostly thrilled by the warmer weather, sunny (if chilly) days, and the ability to play on the playground right next to the library--the beloved playground that has gone largely ignored for the past several months of rainy, drippy, gray Northwest winter weather.

But somehow, the thought of curling up in bed all day on a Sunday to devote many hours to my latest library book doesn't sound as appealing when the weather is warm and sunny. Maybe I'm not as ready for spring as I thought I was.

Maybe the nice weather will hold off until my stack of books diminishes a bit.