today is one of those days when all i care to do is...
lounge in my comfies. drink vanilla green tea. read the paper. cook a portuguese chorizo-kale stew. write a letter. and pay respects to that dear old friend, mr. naptime.
it is chilly. it is dreary. it is everything i anticipate come this time of year. oh, why must fall be only a season? why does it greet us with all of its refreshing glory, only to bid us adieu in a few months? regardless, i'm just thankful for a day like today, when i don't feel one ounce of guilt for being absolutely lazy. when being "productive" only refers to restoring the spirit of comfort and centeredness.
it is a truly blessed day. and by golly, i'm going to rejoice in it!
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