I don’t sleep late on the weekends anymore, at least not often. The older I get the harder I find it to force myself to try to live in violation of my body’s natural rhythms. Those are not of the early bird persuasion, so giving in just makes it that much harder to come back.
On Saturday I got up about the usual time, came downstairs and started on the coffee and breakfast routine. Because I am a slow starter I’d already been at it for awhile when my husband appeared.
As he headed for the coffee pot, I decided it was about time for my third cup. Since I am a creature of habit, I knew where I was in the routine. At least I thought I did.
I picked up my cup and, just for fun, decided to have a good stretch.
And dumped half a cup of lukewarm coffee on my own head.
We laughed even longer than it took to clean up the mess.
