A Slow Saturday

Doing nothing was not the plan, but plans are meant to be changed, aren’t they? I woke up early to do a few errands with my husband. It was more like he was doing the errands, and I was along for the ride. We were out for about an hour, came home, unloaded the car, and hubby made us a delicious omelet for breakfast. Now, it was time to tackle that “to-do” list.

My first mistake was sitting in the living room “for just a few minutes.” Then, the few minutes turned into a “few more” minutes. The second mistake was picking up that comfy blanket from the blanket alongside the recliner. The minutes turned into hours that included catching the ends of two different movies, a phone call with my daughter, and a nap that may or may not have benefited from resetting my phone timer. (SHRUG)

Now, I will tackle a couple of things from my list – the easier ones, of course, and then be ready to settle in with my book after dinner. At another time in my life, I would have felt guilty about “wasting” a Saturday, but not anymore. I am on a schedule Monday through Friday, so Saturdays get to be whatever I need them to be. They are sometimes busy, which is great, but slow Saturdays are my favorite.

4 thoughts on “A Slow Saturday

  1. I remember those days when I still was working. Saturday was a day to recharge by taking care of myself.
    Jesus would rest by the sea or go to the mountains. Have no guilt. Be at peace 🙏🏼❤️

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  2. I loved reading about your slow and cozy Saturday — it sounds just perfect. I could imagine the whole scene the way you described it. I think our bodies tell us when we need to take it easy, to-do lists be damned — good for you!

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