Sundays, As They Should Be

Sturgeon
Originally uploaded by suzipaw

"That thing fought like a son of a bitch, too," reported M. The photo is of a sturgeon that was too small, at nearly four feet, to keep.

Yesterday, my fruit- and veggie-laden stepdad came down to go fishing, so the men, including Rex, were up and away by 6:00 a.m. this morning. And so the day unwound--shaking off the melatonin-induced slumber, some reading, washing the car, balancing my checkbook, knitting the last of my handbag and then felting it, painting my nails, watering the plants. Sleeping til 9! Crafting and carbs and caffeine, oh my! The men came home late, nearly 12 hours later, M sunburned and eager to play guitar and give me a kiss. He praised the felting, approved of the bedspread I had braved Ross to purchase. Now the dishwasher is running and I think a little TV is in order before bed and another week at work.

M starts his second-to-last semester tomorrow.