(not necessarily in that order)
Lately I’ve been fantasizing about holing up for (at least) two to four days in a quiet, peaceful spot (near the ocean would be absolutely ideal) and reading books.
That used to be one of my favorite things to do as a child, as a teenager, and as a young adult. In fact, I can recall days when I would do nothing but read. It was very relaxing for me.
Now I sneak it in by reading while I’m doing something else. But it’s not the same. Not at all.
Today in my house we put away everything Christmas-related (yay, Ramesha!) and did a ton of laundry (yay, me!), as well as a number of other chores (like taking out the recycling and compost, and watering the plants).
Unfortunately, the older I get the less patience I have for material plane tasks. Which is too bad because I really, really like a clean, uncluttered, neat environment.
On days like today I fantasize about what it would be like to have a live-in housekeeper. 😂