I slept for NINE GLORIOUS HOURS last night. I was interrupted only briefly, while hiding my head under the pillow so Mr.Q could turn on the light to find his clothes:
I could have slept even longer, but then I would have deprived myself of the pleasure of a nap later on. Mr.Q is in the studio all weekend, so I's flying solo, and I think I'm going to spend the next three days in self-indulgent-pampering mode. There will be, I think, a trip to the library, and then much time at home in pajamas, sipping coffee laced (liberally!) with Bailey's. There may possibly be Greek food, or a jaunt up Commercial Drive (for more coffee) depending on how waterproof I feel. There will be knitting, and maybe some baking, and did I mention the naps?