So today, I could’ve done like any other Sunday and sat around watching tv, recovering from whatever we did on Saturday (which, in this instance, wasn’t much to be honest) and thinking about work the next day.
Granted I still ended up doing a bit of work (tsk tsk!), but I reconnected with my kitchen, by baking cookies and, for once, doing something in there just for the hell of it. I spent most of the time daydreaming of a bigger kitchen and wondering how fat my ass would get if I ate the two batches of peanut butter cookies I made. But I had fun doing something simple, unexpensive and mighty relaxing. It’s got to be cheaper than going to therapy, and probably more effective!
And it’s nice to have fun on a Sunday.