I was having a lovely wallow in bed when Himself came into the bedroom.
"What, still in bed? The sun is up. Your buddy, Heath, would have done a half day's work already.
"So wouldn't my buddy, Silas." I rolled over and opened one eye to look at the clock. "Mmmph, the sun is barely over the horizon. Besides, it's Sunday, Heath wouldn't have to get up early. Day of rest, remember? I'm resting."
Himself reached for a sweatshirt and shrugged into it. "You going out to rake the leaves?" I asked.
"I'm going to the sunroom to watch a Jackie Chan movie. It's still cold out there."