Yesterday was strictly designated a Work Day. We had our tasks lined up, we had everything prepared, we were set and ready to go. Then we decided to blow the day off instead. Ha! I love doing that, stealing a day out of the clutches of mundane, and doing something fun while everyone else toils. As we kept telling each other, every time a guilt pang struck, if you can’t take a day off whenever you fancy when you run your own business, what’s the point? Might as well be chained to a desk somewhere. And besides, now that I’m getting better (SO much better, just in the last few days) I’m rediscovering my joie de vivre. I can read! I can knit! I can concentrate on an entire movie! Yay!!
So, off we went to the city, popped into Borders, ate crayfish, watched a movie. The sun shone, we drove home into the sunset, we shared a bottle of extremely good red wine and read. I had the first really good night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks. Good times, people, good times.