wednesdays ovenbird Are the weekend now. There is no other day of the week in which I get a stretch of time completely to myself. The kids are in school, M works in the office on Wednesdays, and it is not a work day for me. And so I find myself holding a six hour expanse of time that I get to spend doing whatever I want and this inevitably makes me panic a little because I don't want to waste it. I want to spend this tiny fortune in a meaningful way and not end the day with buyer's remorse. Six hours is a lot of time and also hardly any at all and I want to do everything I love all at once. I want to read and write and have a quiet tea in the garden. I want to sing and play my violin and paint. I want to get outside to visit the birds and walk my dog and do some yoga. I want to talk to someone I love on the phone, eat something delicious for lunch, lie down in a sunbeam for a moment and close my eyes and savour what it means to be only my introverted self, beholden to no one for six whole hours in the middle of the week. I want to keep myself company, let all the voices go that dismiss my worth, and see myself whole in the arms of the day. 250507 ... epitome of incomprehensibility That sense of relaxation and anxiety is beautifully described and too relatable. Yay! Free time? ...But what do I DO with this time - how do I use it WELL? Incidentally, Wednesdays are also when I'm home alone now, at least in the morning. My parents do their volunteering thing (what used to be feeding_the_poor_with_dandelion_leaves, but without dandelion leaves). Y. sets off for the library. And what did I do yesterday morning? Slept in. Caught up on some winks stolen by the creeping April light. 250508 what's it to you? who go blather from