Monday Bunday (or) recap of recovery sunday

I stayed inside all day Sunday. I was iced into place.
The boys and I took the day to be a day of recovery from life.
It worked out well. Warm socks, PJs, a sweater and a blanket, I didn't need much more.

Fynn, when not flying around the house at top speed, could be found sleeping under the futon... Pontouf however, knew the unspoken rule of "move only if you have too". He moved from one comfy spot to another, waking only for grapes.
shesh.