Under the terms of this post's title, you are not blessed. Not today. Because I am here for one reason and one reason only: to give you wordy evidence of the nothings I have to say. #SorryNotSorry
I have had a devilish cold since Sunday that is just now beginning to fade. It has left me in a grumpy, grouchy, and generally gruesome mood. And through it all, it's crunch time at work. Walk season, when my data entry skills become my most valuable asset/deepest personal regret. So, yeah. Happy, happy sunshine and all that misery.
Fast forward to this morning. This Saturday morning, wherein I slept the sleep of resting angels and didn't stir until 10:35 a.m. and it was bliss. BLISS. I woke up feeling rested, able to breathe with my mouth closed for the fist time in six days.
I woke up in time to watch the husband pack up for his day in Morgantown without me, and felt absolutely no guilt for choosing laziness over loyalty on this day. I will represent this afternoon's Gold Rush from the comfort of my favorite chair, in my living room, in front of my big screen TV. The husband and our regular tailgate will be just fine without me, for today.
Right now, there are biscuits in the oven and Bob Evans sausage gravy simmering on the stove. I intend to treat myself with solo brunch fit for an crisp autumn morning while I map out a "plan" for the day ahead.
I use the word "plan" only because I can't think of a better one at the moment, but the reality is, this day will be less about "planning" and more about leaving the real world at the door, the better to rejuvenate.
The possibilities are endless. There are options that require me to leave the house, and therefore get dressed, which: blech. Then there are options that require nothing more of me than I want to give: read, cook, nap, paint, play, watch, nap, etc., you get the idea, winner winner chicken dinner.
I am the Queen of the Lazy Saturday.
Hear me roar.
*Title quote courtesy of George Eliot.