I've been battling a cold for a few days now. It's gone for the most part, except for the sneezing spells which seem to be most persistent in the evenings before bed and far too early in the morning.
Today is Saturday. While I should be happy with such a notion, I find myself awake at 8AM on my second cup of tea. Lincoln has taken it upon himself to declare Mr. Postman the enemy; so he's barking at every small noise awaiting his arrival. He never shows.
Since I didn't get much sleep last night I'm now camped on the sofa, watching You've Got Mail for the billionth time, trying to catch a few more winks. Linc thinks my time would be better spent playing. He has burrowed under the blanket on my lap and is nipping my toes. I try my hardest not to sound amused because it tickles! Eventually, I convince him toes are not for nibbling and he settles for his bone instead.
We've got company coming tomorrow and while I'm excited for visits I most certainly am not excited to tidy.
As I peek over my laptop, Linc looks at me rather blinky and his eyes say that maybe a little more time on the sofa cuddling isn't so bad. Pushing back cleaning a little while longer is totally okay -- it is Saturday after all!