Being struck down with some sort of grippe, perhaps a form of influenza, I took the opportunity to stay at home today while it rained & poured & generally blustered outside. The Runner and all the children were planning to be out of the house all day, so it would be a great chance to actually rest rather than "be home." There's an important distinction there.
I only napped for 30 minutes, between 3:10 and 3:40 or so. The rest of the time I spent reading and writing, catching up on one television program, and responding to a few emails. I kept my rear in the blue recliner for most of that time. It was extremely restful--even more than one might think, given that I did do some work. The thing is, the house was quiet.
I find that I crave quiet, and treasure it when I can get it.
No comments:
Post a Comment