robe and curlers

I'm a lot of things today but one thing I'm not is tired. Or sleepy.

Know why?

Because I spent all of Saturday in my jammies. And half of it sleeping. I ain't 'shamed of it, neither.

I woke up with my grandson at about 6:30. I put him back to bed about 9:00, planned on showering and getting dressed then but decided to lie back down "just for a few minutes." I woke up at 3:00.

And since the day was half gone, I just decided 'fuck it' and planned the rest of my pajama day. I put on my robe, padded through the house to the kitchen, told my daughter that no, I wasn't sick when she asked why I was still in my robe and jammies, made myself a drink and a sandwich and went back to my room where I settled into bed with a book and the remote control. I watched college basketball, read my book, napped on and off, and went back to sleep about midnight.

I can't remember the last time I had a pajama day - which means it's been too long. The only thing that could have made it better would be if I'd had ice cream in the house.

I really should make it a point to be completely lazy every so often.

It feels good.