Homemade Pancakes from Hattie Kotz on Vimeo.
Some afternoons are built for being productive.
For measuring things,
and quoting dead people.
For nodding your head with a stiff brow
and wearing clothes that match,
and looking important.
This afternoon was not one of those.
Quite contrary, actually.
This afternoon was for sleeping late into the day with your socks
drooping off your feet that are dangling far away from your bed.
The kind of afternoon where breakfast is served only a few hours before
winter's sundown, and the only faith you need lies in
cured pork products and Netflix.
It's afternoons like this that cry for the company of best friends,
and my favorite waffle recipe.