Today has been a funny day – I had a terrible night last night, very restless and anxious through the night. So this morning started fitfully, as I was too tired to be awake and too awake to sleep. I lay on the couch for several hours, drifting in and out of sleep, and, as usual, felt guilty for lying there instead of being up and getting things done. Finally though, around 10 a.m., I dragged myself up to finish ripping the remaining CDs. I figured that I could live with myself as long as I did something – anything – reasonably productive. So, I spent a couple hours wrapping up the CD project (yay! All done!). Then, since I was already sitting at the computer, I did an hour’s worth of scanning book reviews for the bookshop. After that I needed to get up (I’d been sitting for about four straight hours!) so I went upstairs into the kitchen and made some luscious cream of celery soup, Asian broccoli salad, and kotopitta filling.
Once up and about and accomplishing things, it was easy to keep on pottering around the house, and I managed to do quite a bit but without any of it feeling like a ‘chore’ – I guess because I only set out to do one thing today; the rest all came to pass spontaneously and in no particular hurry. What I was all ready to accept as a bummer day this morning has actually turned out to be really wonderful. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my time alone, and feel refreshed and renewed, despite last night’s restless and anxious night. Lucky me!