The difficulty of trying to relax.
Today, after running a couple of errands, I'm calling in sick. I'm laying in bed, watching a movie, possibly eating some chocolate, and giving up on adulting.
The boyfriend has been trying to convince me to do this since last Friday...but it just felt...off. Like I should be pounding the pavement, calling all contacts, making a list of everything that needs done and get it all finished ASAP.
So today, after stopping at the grocery store, and chatting with a ninety-five (and a half!) year old, who walks every day with her morning mall-walk group and still drives herself, I decided that yep, I'm going to have a day where I just relax. And go for a walk later on.
But first, we needed a coffee, and Mags needs a little break from the other two, so we went and had an iced coffee on the patio.
Maggie doesn't need an excuse to chill, so I'll try to copy her and relax in the sun, or in the bed, or on the couch for the rest of the day.