Week in the Life: Monday, Monday
“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs. ”
It started slow, the best way to start, really. There was a first coffee followed by a second, and later a peach smoothie and sweet tea, and somewhere in between, toast and jam. It wasn't the most normal of days without being at work, but the actions, more like habits, were nothing unexpected.
No day off would be complete without a walk to the coffee shop (even better if it's through chilly fall air):
And then a stop at the used book shop (even better when you're the only patron for a few quite, lovely moments):
A quick grab of the mail key for a hopeful check of the box:
Time in the studio to prep mail (even better when you get to gift someone something they've been looking for):
And a quick moment to type up a few thoughts on the day to go in the album (even better when you only mistype one letter):
And then, because it is a day off, and because sometimes indulgence is necessary and lovely, a mid afternoon nap (even better under a favorite yellow quilt):
Dinner made of white chicken enchilada casserole (even better when you have just enough tortillas):
Which of course, on a day off, needs dessert - Mountain Rose apple slices:
The night's ending now, wrapping up just the way it began, int he lamp light of the front room as I wait for Andrew to come home, prep my bag and clothes for the work day tomorrow, and begin to ready myself for the rest of the week ahead.
Not a bad start Monday, not a bad start.