I woke up this morning under the newish, beloved duck-down duvet, slightly disoriented to discover there was nothing I had to do, and nowhere I had to be. It was almost disconcerting. ALMOST.
A couple of hours later and I lolled on the sofa, as the pot simmered with organic chicken, leeks, mushroom, marjoram, etc... My stomach grumbled in anticipation. I could hear it because I had no music on. I was relishing the quiet and the nothing.
Then I thought... da blog! It's a little behind. A LOT BEHIND. So, er, I'll go and type up some blog posts and resize a bajillion pictures.