A haze hangs in the air ~ both from rising humidity & the smoke of last night’s festivities.
I’ve got a beef roast with carrots, onions and potatoes simmering in the crockpot; Hubbs has already commented on how good it smells. The A/C kicks on, and a table-top fan ruffles nearby papers. We refill our coffee cups and chat in the kitchen.
I could have gone to the beach today, but I wasn’t up to dealing with crowds or the hustling it takes to get there early.
I could have gone shopping or visiting today, but I don’t feel people-y.
I could have worked on one of many work project, but I’m not going to, I work enough
Instead I’m leaning into a book, doing some laundry, and savoring the gift that is a quiet day.
When was the last time you had a “quiet day?”