Sunday... or is it Monday already?

I am sitting here in a quiet house. This is rare now-a-days. Usually my "alone time" comes when I am going to or from somewhere. And then I'm not really alone anyway. I'm on the train or the tram or walking on a busy street. In this deliciously quiet house I'm supposed to be working. I have a deadline for a project I've been working on for the last few months.  I'm a consultant for a project looking at health systems in low and middle income countries. This is a rather fancy way of saying that if I do not produce 'something', I will not get paid.  I need to get paid. But in the delicious-ness of a quiet house, on a quiet street on the last day of the long Easter weekend, what I actually feel like doing is eating some more chocolate and curling up in bed with a book.  It feels like Sunday. Only it's Monday, and I should be working.


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Anika said...

love this post...i feel this way every time life slows down a bit and I find myself alone. It feels so special that a nice piece of chocolate {or in my case, a nice sip of wine...okay, a stiff margarita} can make that moment hold still even a bit more intensely. Isn't it nice that a simple peaceful moment can feel so good. I love these times you write of. xo