Sometimes, like today, I find myself nearing the end of a Sunday and I realize that I didn’t set foot out the door. I didn’t go anywhere, or breathe the autumn air, or visit anyone. But I had just the day I needed, and I spent it on myself.
The week’s stresses and small anxieties had to be processed. My body needed rest, especially after last weekend’s Rhinebeckathon.* There was a cat to tend, and laundry to do. There were corn muffins to make, and phone calls with friends to be had. There was tea, and an apple, and peanut butter on celery.
Most of all, there was knitting. I have only 50 rows — just 5000 stitches — left to knit on my Cedar Falling Waters shawl, and I finished a third Hill Country hat.
There’s nothing else I would rather have done today. I think I’m ready for the week to come.
*Rhinebeck was cold, happy, tiring, fun, wet, and satisfying. I’d go back again right this minute, if I could.
Not Plain Jane 