And everywhere else

By the time we had run errands for His mother, been to the hairdressers, done grocery shopping, run more errands for his mother and picked up bread from the health food store, there was just enough time to squeeze in a meal and still be able to call it lunch. Admittedly it was a very late lunch. In spite of that or maybe because of it we both plopped down on the couch to eat with gusto.  After that we hustled each other off to the bedroom for sex, before spending the rest of the day on food prep and tidying up the bomb site that used to be our tiny domicile.

You know one really doesn't know why they call these days a day off. It implies that it is a restful time, not a day that you spend trying to cram in the rest of your life.

Sighs stop the world we want to stay in bed and concentrate on the important things... each other. And that enormous basket of sex toys...