My lovely husband is having a tough work week. It's some sort of group pow-wow in Deerfield and the 2 hour each way commute every day of the week has been exhausting. He leaves around 6:15 am and arrives home between 7 and 8pm. In a normal week he only goes in on Monday and Thursday, leaving me the car (remember we are now a 1 car family) to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday. Since he needed the car all week, and because I know what side of the financial bread has the best butter, I took the week off. So far, it's been one fantastic week.
I have cleaned my closet and dresser drawers. I've walked around all week in leggings and a t-shirt without care that I'm having a bad hair day (and trust me, there have been some REALLY bad hair days). I've caught up on television, listened to hours of the James Taylor station on Pandora, which is some great music for the over 50 crowd, while singing along with no one to hear me. I've knit and napped and enjoyed the company of our furry family.
Good old Frank. He is almost always somewhere close by.
I've done some writing, and some meditating, and some general musing on my life. I've also begun reading this book:
If you are an introvert, know an introvert, want to understand introverts more clearly, you have to read this book. REALLY good stuff. Once I started I can hardly put it down. Being an introvert, it has been somewhat heartening to see myself in the pages and realize that there is value in being the quiet one.
Today I am venturing back out into the world, via my sister, for a stroll through Target and then lunch. (We always have lunch on Thursday and that is such a good thing because sisters are an extraordinary gift.) Then I might tackle my bathroom cabinets and drawers.....or not.
I feel a little guilty about how much I have been enjoying this week, but maybe I shouldn't. Maybe we all need a week now and then to get reacquainted with ourselves.