I’m starting to get to like this not working thing. I mean, I get kinda lonely with no one but the cats to talk to, but otherwise it feels good!
I sleep until I wake up, usually around 8:30. I actually eat breakfast! Today, I sat down and planned out the week’s dinners, made a grocery list (after cleaning out the fridge and pantry), went to the store where there was almost no crowd, came home and cooked this week’s dinners along with a few odds and ends to stick in the freezer. Now, the kitchen is clean, the house smells like sauteed onions and garlic and soups, and my freezer and refrigerator are full. I got to have a sandwich and some fruit sitting outside in the sun while I read a book.
Tomorrow, I’ll clean the rest of the house, and if it’s nice out again, work in the yard. If it’s too cold I might actually finish upholstering a chair I bought four years ago. Or I’ll load the car up for another trip to goodwill and the 1/2 price bookstore with a couple of bags of books to sell back.
I’m getting terribly spoiled with this whole “not trying to fit in a day’s worth of errands into a couple of hours after work” thing. If only I could get paid for it! I’m fairly well rested (the insomnia thing hasn’t quite resolved, but it’s getting better (For every night I don’t sleep, I’m usually getting two in a row when I do), I’m relatively unstressed (all things considered…), and I have the definite goal of selling the house to keep me occupied (plus the incredibly tight budget of one income to keep me in line).
This could be dangerous!