I woke up not feeling well. I decided to call off from work.
I slept in a very little bit, then woke up to water my plants and knit. I've had a headache for weeks and a stomachache for days. These activities were the easiest things to do while I was feeling puny and sorry for myself.
This was actually taken Sunday while it was raining.
My decision to go out for coffee and toast proved a good one late in the morning. I went to a neighborhood restaurant that just opened its outdoor seating for the season. I took a book and read while I sipped my coffee (mine is better) and enjoyed some whole wheat toast with strawberry preserves.
I took a book that I had read rather quickly a few months ago. I was two chapters in before I realized that I really didn't remember reading it at all. It was the catalyst for my reflective day - thinking about my general malaise and dissatisfaction with things. The small amount of reading that I did made me want to read more, to paint and to write.
More on that later...
This past weekend I took a little road trip to a hard-to-find inn. The inn was hosting a wine festival, but I chose to just enjoy the drive and to walk around the grounds for the day. The property is next to a horse camp, and the parking lot was pretty full:
It was a great day, spent with a friend from years ago.
This wasn't the getaway I described a while back, but it was a step in the right direction. This was a Saturday trip that lead to reflection as I planted vegetables and flowers in the rain on Sunday. My reflection continued, and evolved, today.