Lion

of some description. One of the heraldic ones. 

A quiet Sunday, the housework is pretty much up to date, there is food in the fridge and the washing basket is empty. 

The Christmas cards have been written, sealed, stamped and will be posted in the morning. 

I just have to remember to take my lunch to work and figure out if the guy I'm training to do my job is actually going to do my job, and what I'm going to do if he is doing my job. 

Life never gets any simpler does it?