Had the sheer unabashed pleasure of sleeping in the other day. Dogs, children, duchess, even me- the whole company was sawing logs. That good kinda deep sleep, not restless-restorative. There were snores, fluffy pillows, thick blankets, pitch black house, and a special kinda quiet. Not the haunting, creaking, scary movie quiet. A comforting quiet, like freshly fallen snow. It was glorious, until I couldn’t stand it anymore-i just had to heat the news on npr. Can’t explain WHY-its not as if it couldn’t wait another hour, but I screwed it up. Turned on the radio, gently, and slowly the world changed. Radio, then fireplace, then coffee, then sausages sizzling, the a dryer fulla towels, walkies for the dogs, biscuits cooking. Eyes blinking, heads were covered up in response to the scents and sounds. But it was too late by then. I ruined that most excellent moment. But for awhile, it was totally peaceful. Blissful.