I have the day off today, Good Friday, and I’m taking the time to pamper myself. This isn’t an ordinary day off, this is one where Snuff has to work and I’ve got the whole house to myself. Unlike on the weekends where I have to endure menial tasks, I’m taking my time today to make breakfast the way I like it without having to consider anyone else’s predilections of a complete meal or an appropriate place to have it.

I didn’t think eating in the living room was so liberating. Heat cranked way up, me donning just a bathrobe, and a coffee flavored sugar slurry in my coffee cup. Thank you Jesus for giving me the day off and letting me drop crumbs carelessly into my bare crotch, oh and that whole dying for the sins of the world thing too.