In the past few months, I have found a new pleasure in relaxing.   Hanging out.  Unwinding.

Tom has often been concerned that I always have to have something to do.  The need to be busy.  I think I’ve done an admirable job of dispelling that notion lately.

Although I’m still not a big fan of watching TV for hours on end, napping, or just sitting listening to music, I feel I’ve made big strides by making fewer lists for the weekend.  By reading in front of the fire more.  By enjoying photo editing.  By baking bread.  By rubbing the dog.  Just hanging out at home.

More often than not these winter days, the answer to “did you have a good weekend” is a resounding “yes”, and it is a heartfelt “yes” even though it doesn’t mean that I “did” anything.