Today, I rest. No lists, no laundry, no running, no cooking, no business. I sit, I lie, I read a book. I put things away. My scattered mind considers the sky.
On this year away, I have not yet taken a day of rest. I have been either in motion, driving for four months, or at home working on creative and financial projects. If I do not rest this year, I don’t know when I will. Although I used to say, “I will sleep enough when I am dead,” I want to sleep some, to enjoy sleeping, while I have this luxury of time.
I leave the house just twice today to buy a bagel, birthday cards, a beer (for the day of rest), and a bunch of cilantro. The world can continue its hurtling course. I won’t notice it today.
I’m recuperating from a long weekend. What happened over the weekend, I will tell you tomorrow. In the meantime, I have a book to read. If I get around to it.