Saturday morning.  My favorite time of the week.  Usually BJ makes me breakfast of things that will one day give me a heart attack, but lately he has been working, which leaves the morning to Zoe and I to take slowly, lazily, delaying and basking in the quiet moments before the day demands me to spend my energy on it.

I lay on the couch with a textbook attempting to enlighten me about the history, theories, and methods of ethnographic research while she stands at the bookshelf unsure what she is in the mood for.  Some Loorie Moore?  Che?  Such decisions...

I'm happy that this bookshelf is still useful for something.  It's been too long since I have read.  If I had it my way, and if TLC and the Food Network could stop tempting me, I'd throw out the television and this would be our main method of entertainment.  Maybe someday.