Saturday

The chicken is stewing in a tomato-citrus sauce (I know, weird sounding, but so good!). The cauliflower is roasting. The salad is ready.





And I'm ready as well. But how can this be? Through vast swatches of your life you run, run to make it to the end of the day and suddenly, you need run no more? Can't we invent a more balanced approach to the span of life?

Fanciful thinking. I know that. But how can you not feel guilty for having time to do all that needs to be done when others are panting to get to the finish line?

So let me not belabor it -- it was a day of getting things done, slowly, methodically, thoroughly.

Starting with breakfast.






Onto errands (big item: finding cat food that Isis might like), while the snow covered the roads and fields around me.






Then home again.





And that's it for today. I'm feeling too mellow to grind through details. I'll save those for the days ahead.