The house is silent. I rarely, rarely have moments like these. My work is finished for the week. The house is picked up and clean. No one is home but me and the cat. I could spend the next eight hours resting my back and leg and doing the things I enjoy, like playing with WordPress and planning for our summer trip.
But, I’m going to force myself out of my comfortable cocoon and (hopefully) drive myself down to the state park where the girls are staying with friends. I know that they are being well-cared for, but I also know that I’ve already made a huge imposition on our friends because of my being out of commission these past few days. I also know that once I get there, I will enjoy being out in the woods and spending time with friends instead of lost in my own online world.
I often have this kind of inertia. It is somewhat of a balancing act in knowing when to let myself have the downtime alone when I can manage it and when to put a fire under myself and get out there and face the world. And to stop feeling that I must always be “productive” to the detriment of “connecting” with friends.
So, sorry, Gazoo, you are on your own for a bit. We’ll all be back soon.
