“You are late-sleepy relaxation, the half-awake moment when you realize it’s morning, but you don’t have to get up, because there’s no place you have to be. You are that cozy spot under the covers where everything feels temporarily perfect, even if you know you’ll eventually have to wiggle out and start the day. Maybe you’re the artistic type, who doesn’t function well on a normal schedule. Sleep’s important to you, and you like the freedom of sleeping as late as you want (especially since that is closely related to the freedom to stay up as late as you want). You like to roll out of bed, put on some comfy clothes, and get a laid back start to the day. If not everything on your list gets accomplished, no worries. Your only priority is having no priorities – you just want to take things at a slow, mellow pace.”

these had better be some fine pancakes to get me up so early.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..

ETA: My blueberry multigrain pancakes and fresh-squeezed oj were delicious. Almost made up for having to get up.

My D.C. will appear belatedly tomorrow as Sweetpea and I took a five hour road trip to buy yarn six miles away. (Factor in city driving times and dinner and it’s slightly less impressive than it sounds.)

You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you’re left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you’re right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Bad news from today’s Telegraph: “Miss Marple: Murder is easy. Finding a new Marple isn’t”

I’m hoping they’re writing with sarcasm about wanting to pick someone so … un-Marple-like.

The challenge:

• link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
• share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
• tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
• let them know they are TAGGED by leaving a comment on their blog.

Rudi knows I’m a bit weird, and I’m sure that’s why he tagged me. That or he knew I was sucker enough to come up with answers.

Oddly enough:

1. I do not like bananas or banana-flavored candy, although I like banana bread.
2. I can doze off while holding a full cup of tea and not spill any of it.
3. I keep an emergency box of Samoas in the freezer in case of a Very Bad Day. Luckily, since I stopped doing media relations, I haven’t had to dip into it. Samoas are this teetotaler’s version of a good stiff drink.
4. I own a snuggly green sweater that I stole from my brother who stole it from his best friend back in high school who stole it from his older sister.
5. As a child I managed one day to become covered head to foot by a swarm of ants. As such, ants only get one warning in my unfair system of which bugs survive in my house. Seeing multiple ants inside can utterly cause me to freak out.

I like to alter rules to fit my needs (it’s a good thing I’m not a politician!), so I’m not going to tag anyone specifically. If you have a blog and want to play along, then you’re it. If you lack a blog and want to have a go at this meme, please leave your random facts in the comments.

My three-day weekend is nearly at an end. Rudi’s already retired to the bedroom and I’m going to drink my tea and follow suit.

It has been a long weekend — both in length and in how much we squeezed in.

Friday night we went out with friends. We had dinner at a bar (I had a very nice beet salad and an okay cherry bread pudding) and then headed next door to the Black Cat to see Rhett Miller of the Old 97s. I wasn’t familiar with either the singer or the band, but his MySpace clips were pleasant enough and my friends are kind enough not to harass me if I want to hang out in the back instead of squishing up front with the masses. Miller has a nice enough voice and a good ear for melodies, but he plays at being a rock star with lots of head shaking, hair flopping, and arm windmilling which I found distracting. Once I shifted over to the couch next to Sweetpea where Miller was hidden from my view behind a pillar, I enjoyed his performance a lot more.

Saturday, I voted for D.C.’s delegates to the Democratic Convention, ran some errands with Rudi, and then had dinner at a new restaurant with our friends John and Susan. Café Tropé is just a couple blocks from the Burrow and still had available reservations for Restaurant Week earlier that day. The restaurant is French Caribbean with sort of a tapas feel to it. I’m delighted to report that the food was excellent and I’ll be giving it and our earlier Restaurant Week excursion a full report this week.

Sunday, except for our weekly trek to the farmers’ market, I stayed in. Elspeth and Amani and Marcus came over in the evening so we could watch this week’s Jane Austen movie, Northanger Abbey, on PBS. With the exception of a small omission from the novel’s end, I was pleased with the translation to the screen. Next week is Mansfield Park, which I haven’t read (but have seen another adaptation of), so I’m hoping that it’s a fun watch, as well. Oh, and I blocked the pieces of my Everyday Cardigan, so I’m on schedule for an end-of-month completion.

Today was our lowest-key day. Rudi went out for a below-freezing bike ride this morning and I slept practically until noon. I read a little. I started a new quick knit project, which I expect to finish tomorrow.

As I said, it was a long weekend, and I suspect I’ll be glad it’s a short workweek. Rudi heads west on Thursday for some skiing, so the only thing I have planned for next weekend is the Jane Austen watch Sunday night. Lots of time to rest…