Confession: I never left the house today.
It was a rainy day and so I holed up inside. I did some laundry. I twinked around on the computer. I finished a book. I napped. I petted some cats. I did some personal housecleaning. I did a little decorating. I ate yet another grilled cheese sandwich for lunch.
There’s just something about grilled cheese on a cool, rainy day.
I wouldn’t exactly call it a day of rest. I did some hard work today. But it wasn’t a day of rush. It wasn’t a day of the glorification of busy. It wasn’t a day of striving.
These kinds of days are good for the soul.
We’ve had a lot of rain over the past few days. I have to wonder if the earth is taking a nice long shower, cleaning up before the arrival of spring. Within a few days I expect to hear the spring peepers begin squeaking their little hearts out in the swollen creek behind the house.
I don’t get many days where I don’t have to go out for any reason. Nor do I get many where I can move at a restful pace.
But they’re glorious when they happen.