Bread Pudding for Breakfast

Gray and overcast with drizzles of rain. It is the time of year when proud peonies are humbled, bowing low in the face of torrential downpours.

I came "almost directly" home after prayer and Bible study, but not before taking a detour past my favorite little ice cream shoppe. Yia Yia's is a crowded gathering spot on hot summer evenings. The line often snakes out the door and patrons visit in line as they wait their turn to order. Today there was no line and no waiting. I was the only customer braving the rain to enjoy a "small" chocolate/vanilla twist, which wasn't small at all. I had already determined to make it lunch and it was delicious.

The drizzly afternoon was perfect for napping and I had some sleep to catch up on, so I pulled the afghan over my legs and closed my eyes. At one point I woke up totally disoriented, hardly knowing where I was and desperately trying to figure out what time of day it was. I'd been asleep for about an hour, on my living room couch, but felt like I had slept all night. Still groggy, but reoriented, I closed my eyes again...

PS. Happy 3rd anniversary to #5 and his beautiful bride!
(I love you, Nate and Sabrina!!!)