The Best Sunday.

Yesterday, I had a day I desperately needed. I had a pajama day. I was in pajamas until 1pm. Then I showered and put another pair of pajamas on for the rest of the day. I know that sounds really lazy, but it was actually an incredibly productive day.

I watched the new episode of Outlander. I changed the sheets and washed all of the bedding. I did all the laundry. I changed the cats’ litter. I vacuumed the house. I took out the trash. I knitted. I read Celeste Ng’s Little Fires Everywhere from start to finish. I had some quiet time in the front room. Dave and I made two different kinds of hummus together. I unloaded the dishwasher. I got my tax information ready to mail to my accountant. I caught up on my training log. And I spent some quality time talking to Dave.

It was lovely and peaceful and restful and quiet. It was exactly the sort of day I needed, though I did not know how much I needed it.

The restfulness started with a day off from training. My coach said to take the day off, but said I could run or do something if I really wanted to. I thought hard about what to do and decided, late Saturday night, to actually take Sunday off when I realized how tired my body was. So I did not set an alarm. I just let myself sleep in. And the day took off from there.

I don’t often get a full day at home. Usually I at least workout or go to church or something. But yesterday, I stayed in my space, with my cats, and let myself go from one thing to the next without too much planning, and it ended up being a wonderful day.

I’m realizing that I need to plan some more days at home. What a gift.

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