I’m one of those lazy people who has real guilt issues about being lazy. Rather than just enjoying the time I have to kick back and take it easy, I spend most of my r&r time thinking about all the things I really should be doing. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, except then I fail to appreciate all the rejuvenating power of a lazy day at home. And what good is that?
But not this time, oh no. I had a day off this past friday and I made a special effort to be as lazy as possible. I took a walk around town, literally stopped to smell and take photos of the flowers. I drank cups of tea, strummed the ukulele and generally just allowed myself to steep in the quiet of our apartment.
An excellent day. And just what I needed to get past my sloth-dom. (See previous post.)