Then there are days...
I woke one morning last week and just knew...a "bad" day. Some bad days are sub par doable, while others are a category 5 and evacuation isn't an option. This was a sub par day, mildly out of sorts, achy, and tired.
Confirmation came with an episode of SPS-lock down spasm in the hallway, precariously holding a hot coffee cup with a frenzied circuit of thought racing in my head, "Do I ditch the java on the hallway carpet or try to salvage it along with staying upright?" Tactical maneuver..."Hello, General Patreous?"
Muscles quivering, I get to the computer, shaken, sore, but unscathed. Sitting, I assess my situation. Stiff Person is agitated today; I am emotionally tired; and physically, I am not up to the struggle. A lazy day in PJs is in order.
The day passes with peaceful uneventfulness. Evening was a quiet celebration with a large bowl of buttered popcorn, Coke on ice, and watching a DVD.
Calm, relaxed, and content...catharsis of my day of pampered solitude.
"True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment." ~William Penn~
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