We don't seem to get too many of those, but today was one. One of those days where you just do the bare necessity of what's expected of you.
It's still cold, colder than you care to deal with if you're wanting to go out and enjoy the sunshine, that insists on beaming down on us. The heat coming through the windows from that sunshine, kinda plays tricks on you. Making you think that it's nicer than it really is, trying to convince you to bundle up, come out an play. Not today.
It's one of those days, where I really would have chosen to stay in bed, that is if I'd had a choice. One of those days where you yearn for the freedom and irresponsibility of your youth, when the only one you answered to was yourself. Those days are long gone, no doubt about that, and now I almost find myself counting down the months until some of the responsibility I've handled for so long might be relieved a little. Of course those thoughts only bring on the guilt attached to thinking them. Surely good mother's don't think like that....or do they?
So instead of nestling under the covers, I've spent the day hunkered down in front of the fire. Mesmerized by crackling and beauty, doing only what is minimally expected and appreciating the opportunity to enjoy a lazy day. No, we just don't get enough of them.
L
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