There were a lot of things I needed to do today, before I headed off to sing.
There was laundry that needed doing. And dishes in the dishwasher that should have been put away. And a refrigerator that needs a good cleaning. And something on the floor over there that I probably do not want to investigate too closely (always a hazard in a house with cats). And knitting that needs to be finished. And…and…and.
But the past two days have been so busy. Work -paid and volunteer. Dress rehearsal and the first concert of the weekend. A five-hour marathon editing session.
So instead of doing the things that I should be doing, I did things I wanted to do instead.
I sat in my pajamas and caught up on my blog reading.
I drank a lot of coffee.
I watched Rupert and Sherman scramble up the Christmas tree, one after the other, and was too late fetching my phone to get a picture.
I read four books on my tablet, one right after the other.
I ate leftover apple butter streusel cake.
And just for a few hours, I pretended that all the other things – the shoulds and the musts and the need-tos – were someone else’s problem.
‘Tis the season for Holidailies.