Saturday Salvage

A new pattern has emerged over the last few months of Saturdays - long, lazy, languishing bed stays, stretching for hours after the eyes pop open.  Sometimes, like today, extending into early evening.  Until the guilt and panic of delayed projects and plans put off sets in to spur some action and movement from the comfort and safety of bed.

This Saturday, there was a touch of a cold to blame - congestion and runny nose and watery eyes, lack of good sleep last night and the previous night.  And always, always the exhaustion of the week just past.  But it didn't always used to be this way.  Saturday mornings once were active outdoor ones.  Unclear whether the roots of this recent change are psychological or physiological - weak mind or aging body, or some combination of the two.  In any event, it cannot go on; it must not go on.  How can there be room for more if not enough fits into the time that exists now?  They say priorities just shift.  But the shift would be quite radical; what if it's too much?  Discipline has got to set in soon, like now, soon.

But today there was napping, web surfing, long calls with old friends swapping accounts of the current life trials, a quick trip to the lobby to retrieve an anticipated package, a short step out onto the terrace to check on the results of the recent rains, lots of television, little actual nourishment.

Late in the day, some surrender to self indulgence and self care - a break into the gift box of chocolates from Miss Lovely Neighbor.  Sometimes, self permission to call the day a loss, let the body and mind rest and refresh, and salvage what little positive is left - by taking the opportunity for a treat, eating chocolate - becomes the call for the day.

And we try again tomorrow.