Walking the Sheep and Wool Festival knocked me out good on Saturday night. But I woke up nice and early on Sunday. DH showered and shaved and came downstairs fully dressed which is odd for him on a Sunday. He's usually lounging in his pajama pants. And Red Sox or UNH Hockey sweatshirt. I asked if he was going somewhere and he said yes. To get me some bagels and a smear.
(Daughter in MA and son went to work at 6 a.m.)
And he took their place and got bagels with my favorite smear, not his, and flowers for me. What a nice guy.
We contemplated the day. Made a schedule. Threw it away.
Just lazed around and read the Sunday paper.
Fiddled around on the computer. Went a bought a new grill after son got off work. Red Sox won.
And son made supper. And even went to Red Velvet and bought cupcakes for desert.
I even managed to stitch a few more letters on my gift. All in all, a good quiet day.