It is a first. A first day of a new year. It is heading towards 5:00 pm. What am I wearing? Pajamas. Still. This is in no way a reflection of my exciting New Year's Eve (it was calm.).... and it isn't because I am ill or even tired.
It is because, somedays, pajamas bring us peace.
Right? You can peacefully recognize that not donning clothing means you are going NOWHERE for one entire day. An entire day. And evening. Until you succumb to the magic of bed once more.
I cannot recollect the last time I had a non-sick pajama day. Seriously. I have wracked my brain about this all day thinking I would remember. Sadly, I do not.
This, in itself, brought me peace. I am starting this new year doing something I haven't done in a very long time. So long ago, I cannot recall when. I am doing something NEW and NOT exciting but SO exciting.
I am setting slipper clad feet on footstool and sitting new robe wrapped butt in rocker. I am writing and blogging and quietly planning my "waste of a day".
I shuffle from living room to office to kitchen and back to rocker. Wow. That was fun. (Really).
Peaceful pajama day may involve candles, last day of gazing at the lights on the Christmas tree, hot beverages, leftovers and an early big pour of merlot. For me, that is about as close to perfection as I can get on this snowy day.
Oh, look... it is snowing. I am not shoveling or plowing or worrying. I am watching the flakes swirl and blow and peacefully retracting any notions of making the snow behave. Go ahead, Mother Nature, speak your mind... I am resting mine.
This is a short-lived respite, I know. Life holds more adventures and duties and tasks tomorrow (starting with mandatory snow moving).... but, right now? Just gonna grab a fleece blankie, add a pair of fluffy socks to my fashionable attire, and knock out this blog post.
Peace. Out.
