The loveliness of Sunday afternoon

There is nothing quite as nice as a chilly afternoon in mid-March when the rain is pattering down on the sidewalks and the tires of the cars going past make splashy sounds on the pavement, while indoors, the aromas of homemade spaghetti sauce and baking bread permeate the air.

It provides a perfect atmosphere, I find, to grab a fleecy blanket and take a nap on the couch for a half-hour or so while other family members read their books or watch a little television. It is all very cozy and companionable, and sometimes you can talk someone into giving you a foot rub.

But I already did that, so now I have to get off the computer and go start the water for the pasta. Duty calls!