Saturday

Ah, the rarest and best of days. If Sunday found me in a fiery cataclysm watching my very life pass before me, that would have been OK.

Early wake up and made panetone french toast. Somehow we managed to migrate back into bed after eating our fill and more curious still the Little Wonder left us alone for the most part. Slept until nearly noon.

Lunch under a blanket tent in the living room. Daughter laying upon my expanding belly while watching massive cakes being built on Food Network. Heaven.

Ordered Mexican food for dinner.

Our total progress for the day: one (1) load of laundry.

Although there is a twinge of regret at missing out on a hundred other projects to be had, there are so few days where it's just cool to simply exist. The very Zen of the entire day reverberates heavily in my mind even now.