Today was the zen Sunday that I’ve been waiting for since the middle of December.
Translation: When I got home from run club, my only “projects” for the day were deep conditioning my hair, removing my nail polish and doing a load of laundry. Which still needs to be folded.
This is the life.
Or so they say.
I needed this chance to just sit and take a moment, undisturbed.
So I celebrated by planting myself in a sunny spot on the couch and finishing my book.
Three hours later I turned the last page, removed myself from the situation and decided that I would like for that sort of thing to happen more often.
Once upon a time When Marcus and I first moved in together it did, but I’m not sure what activity replaced it. More running? More blogging? More cooking?
It’s a mystery to me.
As the sun started to set, Marcus and I debated dinner options. Yes, I meal planned for this week. No, I wasn’t in the mood for anything that I had initially picked.
Meal planning can be tricky like that sometimes.
It did, however, manage to inspire us to bring back Cheese Happy Hour. In which we arrange a little tray of cheese and snacks and pour ourselves a drink.
Another stalwart from the We Just Moved In Together days. Look.
It’s a lovely way to enjoy something “nice” without having to leave the house/spend money. It’s an even better way for us to spend time with one another sans-technology.
Which brings me to now, sitting in front of my netbook, swathed in a Ralph Lauren crewneck sweatshirt with a mug of Vanilla Caramel tea. In one of my Missoni coffee mugs, of course. It brings me to a happy place. And because I was feeling particularly snacky, a bowl of popcorn tossed with Old Bay Seasoning.
Yes, Do to all of the above.
Do you ever action a Cheese Happy Hour-style arrangement?
What’s your vision of a zen Sunday?