Since arriving back here in the wee hours last Tuesday, post New Year's weekend fun and games, I've found myself resisting productive activity. In an extremely effective, passive-aggressive, foot-dragging way. To the point that it got me wondering. (It's a good thing, wondering. Kind of like thinking, something I should maybe do more of.) Which led me to the conclusion that I might want to pay attention and consider following my body's urgings without making a big hairy deal about it. I worked hard all autumn long between one thing and another, and the nearly three months in Madrid were fairly intense, my sleep patterns mostly blown to hell courtesy of the construction/chaos happening all around me there. My body, I think, has finally adjusted to being back in this part of the world and is ready to recharge its, er, biobatteries.
This house -- given where it is, out in the middle of snow-covered northern Vermont nowhere -- is a prime spot for quiet time. I did a lot of that my first winter up here, a bunch of years back. Laying on the couch -- the first genuinely comfortable couch I've ever bought, worth every sheckel I forked out for it -- reading, snoozing, listening to music. Good therapy.
This is why it's been taking forever to finish the entry about Provincetown/New Year's weekend. Not that you asked. I'm just saying.
It'll get done. Sometime soon. In the meantime, I can hear the sofa calling.
Later.
Madrid, te echo de menos.
rws 6:58 PM [+]
Comments:
I think I'm incredibly jealous! I so loved being off during the holidays, doing nothing but being, and even then it seemed like not enough just being and doing nothing. I wasn't ready to give it up when I returned to work and I still give myself a little peptalk in the morning before I even get up. hen you enjoy your next mid-afternoon snooze, send me the good vibes! :-) Gina
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