Saturdays Ideal

Saturday morning.
I wait for it all week long.
I dream about it.
I fantasize how it'll go down.
And then, here it is: I sleep in 'til about 8am (if I really push it, I'll lay prone 'til 9, but I know I'm taking up valuable ideal time), roll out of bed and start the coffee. RK is off on a ride and the house is quiet. I shuffle around in my slippers, gathering up the latest issues of The New Yorker and the books I'm reading (currently: the first Harry Potter, Anne Lamott's Traveling Mercies, and Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth), I even grab a copy of Rolling Stone (a subscription randomly started arriving at our house about four months ago....sometimes i give in to it)! Pop some toast in the toaster, butter it up and slather on peanut butter. Fill the thermos with hot coffee and a little pitcher of milk (though, since 'tis the season, the pitcher is filled with eggnog this morning). If I get to it, I might even put on some classical music to set the mood. With my entire bounty, I jump back under the covers, phones by my side (i also accept & make phone calls during this ideal time), pour my first steaming cup of coffee, set it on the bed tray (thank you, kaari, for one of the greatest gifts ever!) and start in on the reading material. I know I've got at least three hours before RK gets home and I'll start feeling a bit like, "um...i guess i should get out of bed..." Luckily, (remember this is saturdays ideal) when RK does get home, he walks in and smiles from ear to ear, "ohhhhhh! i'm SO glad you're doing this! can i get you more coffee?" and he sits down next to me and tells me all about his ride.I have to get up now, but I'm already plotting out next Saturdays ideal.....