Today was the kind of Sunday I always hope for: stayed in bed until about 10:30 or so, made steel cut oats, ate them at the kitchen table with the windows open (hello Spring!). Sean and I played tennis for a little bit and then sat outside in the sun while reading and drinking coffee. I made it through two issues of The Sun. Inspired by my new neighbor who was cleaning up her backyard, I eventually got up and cleaned off our junk-filled front porch. I also seeded the backyard with some new grass seeds, and hung some Christmas lights up on the porch.
Now, with my belly full of black bean burritos and guacamole, I am going to catch up on some email and finish reading the Sunday Times. I needed this day and its quiet. “Mental Health Days,” one of my old bosses calls ‘em.
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