The day arrived cool and rainy providing us the perfect excuse to lie around until very late in the morning. Coffee and coziness kept the dampness at bay while we curled up with our reading. Together we let time pass by, lost in our own worlds, allowing the quiet morning to undo the stress of the work week.
Hunger finally prodded us to make our way to the kitchen for a breakfast of warm rolls and, for me, some roasted asparagus tossed in olive oil, lemon and a sprinkling of grated pecorino romano. On top, a soft boiled egg seasoned with a little salt and pepper.
The morning slowness finally gave way to productivity. He's better at getting started then me, faster at shaking off the cobwebs. I trail behind, unwilling to let the laziness of the morning go. Eventually I match his pace and the to-do list is reviewed and tasks assigned. There's a lot happening in the next few months - house guests, work trips, vacations and home improvement projects. All good stuff, but the kind of stuff that make lazy mornings a special gift.