Sometimes Luna wakes me up in the middle of the night by pawing at my head. And then she swipes my pillow.
Sometimes I make plans to clean all day, and instead I sleep until noon and spend the rest of the day reading.
Sometimes I can't remember if I turned the Scentsy off before I left the house, and then I mentally freak out throughout church wondering if the apartment is going to burn down.
Sometimes I make plans to hang out at Barnes and Noble and read. And then they are ruined by the threat of a storm and I stay home with Luna instead. She's scared of storms.
Sometimes I get really into my books. And I squee out loud at the amazingness of Peeta Mellark.
Sometimes Sundays are just meant to be lazy days.
