The middle boys, baby, and I have eaten a mid-morning meal, participated/spectated the last Upward basketball game for the season, and eaten again, this time mid-afternoon. It was fast food and not very tasty.
Now, it's naptime.
The middle boys are downstairs watching some show that I hope isn't decreasing their IQ or leading to bad character. The sounds of voices and music, with a few little bits of hysterics, carry up the stairs.
The baby is napping.
Here I sit on the couch, my feet propped up on the reclining footrest. The curtains are open to a partly cloudy day with the sun seeming to put in good effort in shining. Outside, the grass is starting to evolve from brown to green, somewhere in the middle of that transformation.
I am grateful it's naptime.
The upstairs is quiet. The letters of the keyboard being punched and my watch scratching across the wrist rest of the computer are the only immediate sounds. If I listen (and ignore that ridiculous TV noise), I can hear my windchimes on the front porch, lightly ting-tong, ting-tong-tonging, just ever so slightly with long space of silence between.
I am thinking about my slice and what part of my day I want to write about. It's just a Saturday, like so many others. If I sit here thinking much longer, I'm going to get tired...sleepy. Yawn...