Sunday Morning Pillow Talk

We're like everyone else in the free world. We leap out of bed every morning and hit the floor running. Then, we perform the Twelve Labors of Hercules... in eight hours or less. Late at the end of the day, we meet back here for a little TV and just a hair less shut-eye than we really need to leap out of bed, hit the floor running and do it all over again tomorrow.

We have jobs... a teenager... a pet. So even when we don't really want to do this, like everyone else we have to.

But on special Sundays we allow time for pillow talk. We lay in bed in the quiet morning, our heads together on one pillow, serenaded by the ceiling fan and we just talk. We've never carved them in marble but there are rules to pillow talk. It's never about our to-do list. It's never competitive. It's lazy and reflective. It's our idea exchange.

Yesterday's pillow talk was about the movie was saw on Saturday which was Babel. While we both enjoyed the movie (I think I enjoyed it a little more) there was a lot to discuss. On the surface, Babel is about communication... go deeper and you find it's maybe about the isolation that occurs when that communication breaks down.

We get it that are lives are too frantic to let the communication break down... and this time, it's not just me.