a catch-up day

To say this week has been busy would be an understatement.  Likewise, to deny the emotional drainage would be foolish.  But we come from sturdy stock--resilient--invested.  Gloria Gaynor, eat your heart out--we shall Survive!  But oh, what a delight.  A day with nothing planned.  A day to take a five mile hike--to take Aunt Edith out for chocolate--to fix a meal--to buy dog food--to be ready for bed.  Mundanity!  Imagine that...my spell check just said there is no such word.  There should be. For every once in a while, mundanity is a good thing!  Of course, like Cinderella at the ball, it probably ends at midnight.  The carriage (which has to be in the shop early tomorrow morning) will probably turn into a pumpkin.  The gorgeous gossamer dress my bride wore today turns into work jeans tomorrow.  Things MUST get done.  Places MUST be gone, but the memory of today will linger.  Like a difficult piece of music, enhancement often comes from a rest.  God bless mundanity!