Snoozer Sunday

It's been raining for two days. When it's overcast, I get sleepy. So truly, I ate, read and slept all day.

Last night, The Boy spent the night at a friend's. Today, three boys and a dog went for a two-hour walk along the beach. Towards the end of their walk, the sky downpoured. Boys and dog jumped on the bus and got back to the friend's house. Friend's mother threw their clothes in the dryer while they towelled off in their PJs.

Boy then phoned to say he was getting on the bus to come home. Except it took him over two hours. He got into the house and said, I've never done that before, fallen asleep on the bus. No one was out on a rainy Sunday afternoon so The Boy had the bus mostly to himself. He fell asleep. The second time the driver completed his route, he woke The Boy to inquire if he was okay. The Boy was stunned he had lost over an hour of his life on the bus. Though, he said, it was very peaceful being lulled to sleep on a humming bus on a lazy Sunday.

Sleepovers, eh? A friend calls them awakeovers.