Tomorrow, I have tenatively designated as a free day for myself. Not a "day off" but a "day on" - tuned in and turned on to my creative self, to my inner poet, to my creature comforts.
If I plan too much then something will happen and it will all go to hell. But I envision myself sitting in a glade or on a windswept hill, with my sweet collie at my side, being all emo, scenting emergent spring on the wind, spending some quality time getting dirt on our paws.
It doesn't have to be much, but it does need to be some time outside, not thinking about the dust bunnies, the back log of bills or the laundry.
Studying some Italian would be good, or perhaps pretending to be Italian when I order some coffee at Starbuck's? I'm rusty, though, so I content myself these days with simply saying "grazie" instead of "thaink yew."
Time to check the weather report and look at a topo map of the county. I need to find the highest point and see if there will be wind.
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