Sweet dreams

This is one slow and lazy Saturday. It began with sleeping in and not long after a walk and sandwiches in front of the television, I felt like good healthy saturday afternoon nap. I'm normally not much of a napper, so Eric wasn't sure of what to do. "Should I sing to you?" he asked. "Like a lullaby?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "Sure," I said. And so I closed my eyes and Eric broke into his best rendition of Ms. Jackson as I drifted off.