The four-footed one stretched her legs before curling up tightly against me as if to tell me that staying in bed was just fine with her. She tends to do this when there isn’t another human around to take over this task. Perhaps she should do it even if there is a human around because I’m more inclined to listen to her. There’s just something about her soft, warm body curled up against my tired, hurting body that works like magic.
So we stayed in bed, well her own the bed and me under the covers for a little longer than sunrise. And we missed Beloved’s phone call which came shortly after the sun had risen. We called him back later on, when we decided that staying in bed wasn’t going to make a difference. We told Beloved that very thing, no need to be in bed to rest when we could just as easily rest in chairs and such.
When we had gathered enough energy, while to be honest when I gathered up enough energy as the four-footed one always has energy to spare, we headed to a comfortable chair for a snack and a nice book to read.
A nice lazy day? Perhaps to some, but to us a day when lupus interrupts our routine of a sunrise walk, an enjoyable coffee and open to whatever adventures the day brings is more what it was.