Still, it's been a good day. Productive. And getting moreso. And what makes it even better is that I could be productive outside. Paperwork is portable, and it's a gorgeous day.
I had my whole day mapped out with my luscious indulgence, and then I woke up at 6:30 and realized that I had to:
Not finished yet, but it's a lazily productive day. One of those days where I'm getting things done, but I'm not rushed. There is absolutely nothing on my schedule, even though there are so many little things to get done, and that just changes the feeling of the day.
I took some work (along with lunch, a book, and my journal) to the park, and spent a few hours just basking, sitting in the sunshine beside a pond, watching kids feed ducks. That's my kind of "office" day.
I've been ready for a day like this for a long time. And it's forecast to rain on Wednesday, but what do I care? I'll be back at work, and it's supposed to be beautiful for today and tomorrow--my days off.
Ah. My big plans will just have to wait. But they will happen, mark my words. I can be patient, though. Especially when my patience is rewarded with sun, clean clothes, and an evening to myself.
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