…are over. Not summer as such, not yet, but the holidays are. Those bright, endless days of sunshine and adventure, of laissez-faire and savoir-vivre. How I wish each and everyone of us were able to properly cultivate that attitude, to internalize it and apply it to our everyday life. Bet you the world would be a better place.
Anyway, the kids are back in school and today, for the first time in seven weeks, I have the house to myself. Time to gather up all the loose threads I left lying around. To collect the ideas simmering on the back burner of my mind. To tidy up the desk, take up the responsibilities again, finish the promised beta reads, review the books I’ve read…
Of course I spent half the morning procrastinating. How did you know?
Should I feel guilty? Nah. Seriously. No parent who never slept in, not once, all through the holidays, should feel guilty about one lazy morning. Anyone tells you differently, shoot them with your water gun. I’ll smoothly transition back into the routine over the next days. Until then, here’s my favorite holiday pic.