After getting up to hit the gym and then coming home and taking a nap, I moved about the house this morning at a snails pace. That is what days off are for. There is no rushing about to be done. Just slow. Easy. Lovely.
Some people own cottages by the ocean. Some of us borrow them for a couple days. All of us are happy with this arrangement.
It’s cold. It’s cold in the city. It’s cold at the beach. And my lungs scream “YES…NO…YES…NO” in response. I’m grateful for the chill and the crispness and the tingle that comes from being human in a cold place (and knowing I can get warm within a reasonable time).