Today is a day of rest.
To do nothing.
And by doing nothing I am exhausted. But I’m not fighting it, I am embracing it.
I’ve lain on my bed with the dogs in a sophorific heap.
Read my book.
Had a deep, hot languorous bath.
I’ve sat and just stared out the window.
I’m warm and comfortable.
It’s a quiet day.
I’ve ignored the telephone and stopped the clocks.
It’s a little piece of heaven before I have to come back to reality with a bump.
Take a day out sometime.
And don’t feel guilty about it!