We made it through Snowmageddon. The Blizzard of 2013, a.k.a. Nemo, has come and gone and we are finally dug out from under more than two chilling feet of snow.
We got a lot of extra together time this weekend, since the state was under a mandatory travel ban. But, late yesterday afternoon, the ban was lifted and residents were free to roam about in search of open businesses, restaurants and watering holes. We stayed in anyway.
Today, though, was a new day. And our ordinary Sunday was underway.
Our Sundays, while considered quite ordinary to most, are special here. And one of the things that makes it especially nice is our after-lunch coffee date ritual. Sunday is a day when we have no errands, and usually, no particular place to be. And so, after a leisurely spent morning with love and politics, we have lunch, our main meal of the day, and head out in search of the perfect cup of joe, usually in the form of a latte or cappuccino and a little something sweet.
Sunday coffee is sacred. We may go to a coffee shop in a nearby university town or even to the very ordinary Starbucks at the local Barnes and Noble, but regardless of where we pick our poison, Sunday coffee is a time to be one in time before the mayhem of the workweek settles in.
It may be just an ordinary Sunday, but joy in the ordinary routines, like our Sunday coffee date, is cherished time upon which dreams are planned, memories are made and love is shared.