I knew it was going to be a lazy day. When I opt for a bath instead of a shower, the remainder of my day reflects that choice. If standing up beneath a spray of hot water is too much activity early in the morning then it stands to reason the remainder of the day isn't going to be charged with activity.
I filled the tub with hot water and bubbles and slipped into the water with a book and my cell phone close by. The pace of my day never gained any more momentum. Thankfully my hair didn't need shampooed as it would have never been dried or styled. My goal was to finish the book I was reading.
Void of makeup and dressed in a night gown, I moved from the tub to the sofa and opened my book again.
Occasionally I would lay the book aside and pick up my laptop to make sure there was no earth shattering updates on Facebook.
The book I was reading is a biography of the surgeon that practiced in my hometown for close to 40yrs. I say "the surgeon" as this was the only surgeon for many years for this community of 3500 people. He was practicing there for a few years prior to my moving away. He has since retired but remains a part of the community even though his homeland is Iran.
I finished the book about an hour ago and not wanting to change the pace of my day I didn't make a move. It's time to really relax now. Beneath a soft warm lap blanket, T.V. remote control in hand, I'm not moving from this corner of the sofa. The rain that had been promised has now arrived. Tomorrow I'll start with a shower.