That intense inner and outer silence after a long period of frenetic activity subsides. Very welcome.
I must be tired because I missed the bright yellow poaching pouch completely this morning and cracked the egg down the front of the oven and onto the floor...
My head tells me I should be outside making the most of this morning's sunshine, but my body wants to be curled up on the bed in a stream of sunlight, not even reading, just resting.
There are still things to be done, pre-Christmas things, cooking, clothes washing, house cleaning (much needed) and other random things, but it can all wait.
My brain is taking a little time to quiet, hence the post this morning - I decided that if it was going to be going round in my head I might as well write it down.
But now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go and do nothing for the rest of the day...