The only plan today was to sleep in and do nothing of particular importance. To take a day off from all responsibility to life, and instead just read a book. I am run down from work and too many things going on, too little sleep and crouching towards the weekend. The plan is to start out the day with a hot bath, coffee and then put on some stretchy lululemon and move on to the couch, with a cat delighted that her mom can be cozied up to for an entire day. No need for cuddles, just hanging out, stretching out, purring. Being. Cats have this down pat.
I came across this article this morning, fittingly. “Who killed the weekend?”, an account of why there is a tendency to just stuff too many things in the weekend, when maybe all we need is to not do anything particular at all.
It rains today. Even more reason to hang out on the couch and not miss a thing.