Those absolutely will matter when I'm dead. Some of my favorite mornings ever. I am NOT a morning person really. I try to be, but I just don't move quickly after I wake up. And I especially do not like to wake up to the sound of an alarm, so when the weekends arrive, we rejoice around here. Well...some of us do. The four-legged creatures in the MN household do not rejoice. No, in fact, they start whining at about 8:00. And from there, it continues on and off until one of us gets out of bed to let the dog part of our family outside. The minute the dogs leave, the cats arrive in our bed and Slim begins meowing about how her food bowl is empty and she's starving because I only filled it at 9 PM the night before and she finished it at 4 AM and now she's going to die of hunger. Then someone remembers that Herbie is still outside (because, really, Franklin hides from Herbie until later and then he goes outside without him so he can pee in peace. Herbie is retrieved, the house is chaotic with a running whining dog, everyone gets breakfast and then all the four leggers have naps.
So, anyway, this morning has been no exception to the usual. Around 8:30, Herbie decided he had to pee real bad. He was finally let outside around 9, but Franklin decided he'd hold it for a while. We fell back asleep for twenty minutes and Herbie was insane when he re-entered the house. I was awake enough to get up and feed him and Franklin and the cats. And then, after romping around for about a half hour, everyone settled down. Mike and I have been sitting around looking at recipes we might make some time. The dogs have been sleeping. In all, we've been doing nothing. And it has been excellent.
One of my favorite things in life is doing nothing. Sitting around, and just appreciating every little thing for what it is.