I love that. The older I get, the more I really appreciate not having anything much to do, and just puttering around the house and staying put.that way when we finish at 1 tomorrow we can put the car away and relax...
MrsT is leaving Sunday, and not returning until Thursday, so I’ve taken Monday off, just for that purpose - a day of low expectations.
Of course, in my mind, looking forward to half-Sunday and all of Monday on my own, my brain has done this:
“Oh boy! A day-and-a-half to myself! It’ll be so relaxing! I can have a cooked breakfast…and bake some bread…and make a couscous challenge…and go on a single long walk instead of three short ones…and make pizza…and watch three Italian gialli movies back-to-back…and play my guitar uninterrupted…and drink loads of tea…and surf the entire internet…and take a 19-hour nap…and…”