Today's activities have gotten late, I agree, but my lord it's only because I wallow in my rest day and there are no chores lined up for today that haven't already been accomplished.
This morning wouldn't be what it is today had it not been for the glass of wine from last night which somehow my body demanded and I supplied, and that bit of wine had me sleeping much before the usual time simply because I've been sustaining on lesser than average amounts of sleep since Monday as is my wont seeing how sleep isn't my best of friends, but every week there comes a day when I'm knocked out cold almost after ten and wake up like a giant refreshed earlier than usual, which is exactly what happened.
In fact I near flung my sheets and pioneered a march to the kitchen and there I was mopping the floors by seven, almost an hour before schedule so much so that I found myself lying in bed for a few short moments before finishing with laundry.
So how did today's activities get late?
Well, because once I was free, I didn't rush to get done with the usual lemon water, tea and egg agenda before work out because there is none today and so I let the morning wash over me as I relaxed on the couch with the cat propped on my chest supplying sufficient warmth while I replied to e mails and messages.
Ah, this is the kind of life I could reckon with.
And so, gingerly, almost with a languorous spring to my step my day found itself oozingly unwind and how I love these rare relaxed days..add to that the comfort of knowing that lunch shall be leftovers.
Sure I've plenty work lined up for the afternoon but it's not urgent and hardly tedious and so I say this Thursday looks good.
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