good

Soup simmering on the stove. Overcast day anticipating rain. Steamy cup of UberHerbal Queen Bee tea cooling in my "meat is dead" mug from The Oregon Country Fair circa 1993. Good book. Grandma's chair perched by the window for perfect lighting on the page. This is how Sundays are intended to be enjoyed. Plus or minus a nap, hot bath, and someone else doing the dishes.