I took a 2.5-hour nap. I had some strange dreams, but it was restful, which is what I needed. Blake and I capped that off by watching the Pixar Short Films marathon on ABC Family. I love light-hearted things that make him laugh that hard. I read a few chapters of a book that is good and thought-provoking and tender, but only a few. The writer is a poet, and I find such language contrived and too self-aware (yes, I realize that's a bit hypocritical coming from the writer of this self-indulgent navel-gazing).
I'll polish off my Sunday afternoon with a Sunday evening, working on a sewing project and drinking hot tea to calm my unhappy tummy/body. It's been a pretty decent day, all told.