… today, and Sunday is a day of rest.
And after all of my exertions of the past couple of days here and there I needed a rest too.
So much so that it wasn’t until about 12:30 that I arose from my (or rather, Liz and Terry’s spare) stinking pit.
It’s hardly surprising that I wasn’t in the mood for all that much. I just loitered around and let the day fritter away aimlessly.
What went a long way towards it all was that
- Liz was cooking, and I’ll walk a million miles for that
- Liz and Terry said that if I wasn’t in any rush to go home, why didn’t I stay an extra night?
Well, do bears go for picnics in the woods?
So here I am, well-fed, well-watered, well-showered and well-clean-clothed, all nicely tucked up under the covers.
And here I shall stay until my name changes to Rip van Eric.
