Weekends are funny things.
Some weekends, I spend the whole time working on something… feverishly moving from one task to another… never sitting still for longer than it takes to eat a quick bite, or catch my breath- only to collapse at the end of the night- satisfied with my accomplishments, & exhausted.
And then, there are the veg-weekends. During one of those, I move as little as possible, mostly holed-up in the house, a total jammie-sloth.
Yesterday, I spent my day doing a lot of cleaning, & with my dad, fixing. Today?
Haven’t left my chair, except for the requisite reasons like food & bathroom breaks.
Don’t get me wrong… I had busy plans for today.
Loads of them.
But… when I woke up this morning… I had a moment of quiet.
OnlySon elected to spend the weekend at his dad’s.
ElderDaughter and FutureSonInLaw hadn’t returned for next week’s work schedule yet, and YoungerDaughter had to work today, so I had the house to myself for a few stolen hours.
And the silence beckoned, so I answered with some of my own peacefulness.
Rare these days to have more than 2 minutes alone, I decided not to disturb this pocket of serenity….
A small wonder, this “me time”… so I’m going to stretch out, relax, and enjoy it for all it’s worth.