I’m dreaming of sleeping until noon. Wandering downstairs in my pajamas, brewing a cup of coffee, glancing at the paper, and perhaps napping on the couch in said pajamas. Later, still in pajamas I may answer email, eat leftovers, and contemplate taking a nice walk. Having decided I would have to shed pajamas in favor of something more sensible I will choose to stay in pajamas, watch an old movie, read a novel, pester the Mister as he tries to accomplish something on the computer, make supper, tidy up and change into a fresh pair of pajamas in time for bed…
