The chores are finished, and my day of rest is here. Excuse me, while I sit a spell.
Sundays are therapeutic for me, and I always look forward to its arrival. In fact, I work harder on Saturdays, knowing Sunday is on my doorstep.
While I rest and give thanks today, I’ll indulge in another form of therapy.
I am speaking softly for all those who may have over indulged on St. Patrick’s Day.
Nice thing about Sundays… you can rest, take two aspirin and call me in the morning. (Please don’t call me. I don’t like phones.)
Here’s to enjoying some quiet time today. Shhh…
I greet you with a good morning, good afternoon, good evening and good night.
I hope your Sunday is a day of rest and relaxation. May you find moments to pause, reflect and give thanks.
As I mentioned yesterday, we are watching Lily, while her parents are out of town. I contemplated vacuuming her parent’s place, as a surprise for when they returned. Lily put me in my place.