Some mornings, you roll out of bed 10 minutes late, scramble to reassert yourself in the land of conscious brain function, and ultimately end up getting out the door with barely enough time to plunk in both of your contact lenses, never mind scarfing breakfast before fleeing.

Then, there are the mornings where you wake up on time — extra time really — but instead of hopping to and getting things rolling, you lay in bed for 25 extra minutes contemplating the likelihood that work would just be canceled that day in favor of kite flying and coffee brewing.  You spend so much time in this state of repose that you inadvertently initiate scenario number one [see above].

Finally we come to the third scenario. It involves pancakes. And dance parties in the kitchen. It requires long mornings and few schedule inhibitions. It invites you to a day of quietude in front of movies and with fine literature in hand.

Such was my Sunday. Simple, easy, jazzy, just as a Sunday should be.

How was your weekend?