Today was a public holiday here in lovely Melbourne-town. Something to do with a horse race. I could care less about horse racing, even though I was invited to a couple of lunches. To be honest, I was feeling a bit knackered after recent life events, so I decided to have a pyjama day.
I woke up at 11am, lazed in bed for a bit longer, then moved to the sofa and watched an entire season of Downton Abbey. I did have regular breaks for food, cups of tea, chocolate, etc, but essentially, I did nothing but watch TV all day. Well, to be technically correct, I watched my laptop, seeing as I have yet to purchase a TV. I'll get around to that eventually. Maybe next Tuesday.
But I feel very relaxed and refreshed and surprisingly guiltless. Normally when I have a pyjama day I'm beating myself up for not having actually achieved anything. Because I still feel house-wise that there are still things to be achieved. The TV being one of them. Getting the pictures re-strung so they will hang properly on the picture rails, which are much higher here than in my old place is another. Buying a proper chair for the study, some plants, a sofa bed for guests... oh the list is seemingly endless. And I always feel like I should be doing something productive, like write or do some research for the book I keep harping on about writing.
But today I've let all of that go, and I've just had a restful day for me.
Which is good. And necessary. Because I suspect that the coming months are going to be quite stressful. And I need to be prepared. And apply that Howard Jones Principle* like crazy.
* See other post.