Relaxation

There was a time not long ago, that I would work an eight hour day. At job’s release, I’d come back home and start our dinner right away. Those years now past, my hungry man was waiting for his evening meal. He’d sniff around and lift hot lids, not waiting for the big reveal. Alone now, dinnertime can wait, so I head first for easy chair. With a fat cat upon my lap, I simply am relaxing there. An easy chair, a purring cat, One can’t get more chilled out than that.