I lay in bed Sunday morning pretending to be asleep.  There was a steady rain tapping on the window, the kind that lulls you to sleep.  It was not my morning to get up with the dogs (yet if I were already awake when the first bark came would it seem only reasonable that I take them out, even though I did the day before).  These are my words, we’re not really score keepers.

I justified my silent stillness by creating recipes in my mind.  Savory Egg Stuffed Poblano Peppers nestled on a bed of enchilada sauced white beans.  I did not take the dogs out.