Going Nowhere

I've considered and forgotten several post ideas as this rainy day makes me sleepy. So far I've spent way too much time reading the newspaper. I've looked up recipes, made vague notes about what ingredients I would need to make them, then decided salad for dinner again isn't such a bad idea.

I've answered emails, tidied the kitchen, refreshed the cut flowers, written in my journal, eaten yogurt and strawberries, and brought my crocheting downstairs — though I've yet to touch the hook.

I tell myself that when one is normally a tightly scheduled person, it's healthy to do nothing for a few hours  — but of course, I don't believe it.

Outside, the world is green and dripping. I was out in it early, committing to the walk before I knew it was drizzling and not wanting to miss the birds calling to each other at daybreak. My shoes won't dry for hours.  But that's just fine — I'm not going anywhere.

(A rare photo of the house without cars in the driveway.)