I had minimal plans today. Carter had his friend over post-sleepover. The weather wasn’t promising much. I wasn’t about to punish myself for having another easy day. I was happy with the prospect of things not being done.
Yet, somehow, things got done. Gardening. Laundry, Cleaning. Tidying. Cooking. Baking. Alongside the general chilling out, there was a steady stream of unplanned chores getting ticked off in a relaxed and efficient manner. It was pretty good. I’m enjoying this theme of ‘unplanning’ that appears to be taking over my weekends occasionally.
Long may it continue. Or not. I’m breezy …