Ahh, Sacred Saturday Mornings
My Lady's ex picks up her kids Friday after school and has them till late Sunday morning. Every second weekend I have one of my boys visit - the youngest will be 18 next month so he stays up late Friday night and sleeps late Saturday. Which means Saturday morning is our time.
The alarm has been shut off before we get in bed, so we wake up in our own sweet time. Who ever is more awake rouses the other and we ride each other for a while. I get up and head downstairs to make French press coffee (I hand mill the beans the day before - they are often roasted to order but I am willing to buy any dark rich coffee). The dog spends some time in the yard and I check the web while the kettle is boiling and the coffee is steeping in the press. We have special glass Saturday morning coffee mugs. I like my mug pre-heated, my Lady prefers her coffee a bit cooler. I pour the pressed coffee through paper filters to clear out the mud you get when using a French press. We find 10% cream is rich enough without being too rich. I take sugar in mine. I carry the coffee and the Globe & Mail newspaper up to the bedroom (we only get the Saturday paper) where we read the paper and drink coffee in bed. Then we have sex again until we are hungry enough to get up and shower. We get dressed and walk the dog to one of the local patisseries, bake shops or breakfast bagel places that abound in our neighbourhood. Sometimes we then head back to bed, or we do a couple of errands. I do like our Sacred Saturday Mornings
