67. A Megan at rest tends to stay at rest

There will come a day when we will be back at work, getting up at grown-up hours and doing grown-up things and being all responsible. But today is not that day.

The Megan barely left her bed today

but not because of pain or malady.

She had a book she couldn't put away

and time to guiltless lounge and rest, you see.

While strolled I through my neighborhood of yore

and in the car with Xen did errands run,

Megan chose to recuperate some more

with baths and bed-based internetting fun.

At last my Sweet descended from her tower

and ran into us gaming pair of machos.

She wielded her decision-making power,

decreeing that we make and eat some nachos.

Tortillas tasted, up the stairs she rose

to loll once more in sweet supine repose.