Sleeping in, a simple pleasure

Monday morning cup of thoughts

Bean lingers after I get up.

The kitchen clock registers 8:41. My phone is still in my purse on the dining room table rather than sitting on my nightstand. These are unusual circumstances for a Monday morning. I didn't sleep well last night, hence the sleeping-in. A familiar old response begins, "Uh-oh, I slept too late," until I realize that one of the gifts of aging is the divine nature of waking on one's terms with time to linger before rising.

It's a rare, slow start this Monday morning; likely, the last rain of the season is falling out my window, and I'm grateful for those simple pleasures.