Do you ever just have a day when you feel like being lazy? Tim did not have to work today. We slept in. When you get up at 4, sleeping in until 6:30 is a big deal. He was up and out mowing the lawn by 7. I looked at the clock and put a pillow over my face. I got up at 7:30.
I made my coffee, and putzed around the kitchen. Then I lazily ambled in to travel around the world on the computer. Rain was on its way and so we weren't headed out. Just a putzing-around-the-house day.
You can putz in your nightgown. Did you know?
Tim had a question to ask at the electric company, so he ducked out. I putzed. doing those little jobs that I mean to do but never quite get to, and then Tim was walking back in the door, and it was 11 o'clock. He was hungry so he fixed himself some lunch and I fixed myself lunch, and then we headed into the livingroom. He wanted to watch another episode of his latest addiction, 'Breaking Bad'.
So I sipped my soup and he ate his sandwich, and we chatted comfortably from our respective sofas, while watching his program. It really is well written. The story line is solid and there are never loose ends. It all ties together. But...it is gruesome...just...SO...gruesome. Yet somehow it manages to be funny too. I'm not sure how they managed to pull that off, but they did.
Did I mention that I was still in my nightgown?
Yeah. I was.
Next thing I know, we've got company, and while that company was here, a tenant stopped in. Everyone wanted to talk.
And there I was, still in my nightgown. I was embarrassed to death.
No sooner than the house got empty, my mortified self was heading to the shower. When the phone rang, I answered it. A friend wanted to drop something off. She was on her way. I tried to delay her, but she was headed off on vacation (lucky girl!) and wouldn't be back for two weeks...and it had to be done that very minute.
I confessed. "Terry, I'm still in my nightgown. I had a lazy morning." She said, don't worry. I'll hand it to Tim..."
For pete's sake! The one day that I'm slacking off! At that point, I ran for the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I really had to get out of that nightgown.
Terry was gone before I finished, but I knew she'd understand. Tim handed me the card and headed off. I finished getting dressed. When the phone rang, I wasn't quite dressed to run down the hall and out to the living room, so I let the machine get it. Once I was dressed, I went out to play the message. It was the library, calling to tell me that the book I'd requested from another branch was in.
I blow dried my hair, and slapped on some mascara. No need for make up when you mask up.
I was there 15 minutes after I received the call.
It was nice to see the friendly librarian in person again. "You must have been sitting by the phone ready to go!"
I just nodded and tried to look like a woman who had not spent half the day in her nightwear.
(Don't rat me out!)