The house smells like wine and butter and onions (a splurge- french onion soup) and the bread just came out of the oven.  It is sunny now, but earlier it rained and rained and rained and a day that was supposed to be filled with miles and bikes was filled with baking and thrift store hunting instead.  Sometimes He knows we need a rest better than we do.  So we curled on the couch, listened to a fiery man preach a fiery sermon, prayed for our brothers- hard, and then we spent hours in the kitchen, dropped treats at friends' houses, sorted through old frames at second hand stores, and made promises about the large rides we would go on during the week while eating soft pretzels and jelly beans and trying to get into the new show on Prime.