It was a very lazy kind of day.
I didn't put away all the flower pots I brought into the porch yesterday. I didn't paint. I didn't cook. I didn't finish cutting the stalky dead stuff in the garden. I didn't do any of the laundry that is spilling out of the basket. I didn't do anything. But, hey, I have a little bit of a sore throat - maybe I'm gonna come down with a cold and I need to practice taking it easy.
Does it count that we PLANNED projects? For tomorrow?
I thought this picture of Rudy kind of sums up the day. Looks pretty cozy doesn't he? I guess we need days like this now and then. So why do I feel guilty?
