Sunday mornings are for:
Waking up without an alarm and snuggling a little bit longer under the covers.
Opening my door to find the cat waiting for me patiently or not so patiently.
Joyfully saying, “Good morning Shy,” as he meows back and rubs against my leg.
Tending to my morning rituals of mouth care.
Bouncing downstairs following the cat as I sing him a good morning song, a song to remind him and me the joy available this precious day.
Preparing my neti pot while Shy patiently or not so patiently waits for me.
Bowing down on my knees to pet Shy on his terms because, well, he’s a cat, and I’m a mere human. But, only for a moment because next is morning treats. I dare not to cross the cat.
Spending time in meditation because I crave the silence of the morning.
Returning back to tend the cat because if he doesn’t get fed now human heads will roll.
Then maybe a little yoga or getting out to the trails or writing or reading or cleaning or baking or, or, or.
Who knows what the day will bring?
All I know is after I finish typing and hit send, I’ll turn on Q101 Chicago to listen to the History of Alternative Music with Brian Phillips as I do most Sundays to be surrounded by the sounds of my past and introduced to sounds of the past I previously tuned out to discover their brilliance in the present.
And somewhere in there I’ll make chocolate chip pancakes cause that’s calling me with a cup of coffee. Not my usual, but seems perfect this Sunday.
Good morning my precious Ramblers!
BTW...i had blueberry choco chip pancakes this morning, too. Definitely that kind of day! 😁
Best not to cross the cat. 🥰🤣🥰