Today was a lazy Sunday.

It was too cold and wet to contemplate going outside. I even haven’t been out to put the bins on the nature strip ready to be picked up tomorrow. I’ve been THAT lazy.

Also, I haven’t been out for a decent long walk or jog for over a month having lost my mojo once again because of the cold wet and dreary weather. I can’t make myself leave the house and go outside for a walk to face the elements in the wind and rain. So I stay inside – like a cat. I believe I could have been one in my former life because at times, I can’t tell the difference between my cat’s life and mine. ?

Today, I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I’ve been in my pjs the entire day.

I woke up early to read my novel and drink my morning coffee in bed. Hubby had gone out to return some library books (and came back with some delicious pastries to enjoy!) Afterwards, we watched our weekly political show Insiders and by then, I was still in my PJs and on my third coffee. I was thinking “why bother changing? I’m not going to leave the house!”

Andrew spent the entire day in another room gaming so I was left to my own devices. I watched this series called The Staircase with Colin Firth, Toni Collette and Juliette Binoche which had me riveted and I knitted at the same time. It’s based on a true story of this guy who is accused of murdering his second wife on the staircase.

I’ve been having such lazy days more of late. They started during the lockdowns of 2020 and 2021. When 263 days of your life were spent inside, you tend to switch your mind as to having any rules around what you should and shouldn’t do anymore. I have often said that thanks to lockdown, my entire way of thinking about work and life just switched. I don’t feel guilty about making choices that are all about quietening my mind so I don’t get too anxious.

If I want to spend a day in bed, I’ll spend the day in bed. (Knowing that tomorrow I’ll be running around like a blue arsed fly again).

Other people call it a mental health day or a self care day. I tend to think that cats have the right idea. I’ll expend energy when I need to and if I need to but other times, I’m just giving my body the rest it needs and heeding it’s call.

(Over the weekend I also binge watched Borgen. It was great to get back into this excellent Danish political drama and refreshing to see a female character going through menopause on television as it’s such a rare occurrence.

Of course, I simply didn’t relate to her character. A female workaholic who had lost her entire family because she was hell bent on power and career all the while, having random periods, plucking chin hairs and hot flashes in between dealing with the Russians and the Chinese. Yeah, what a job. I’d NEVER make that choice to have work drive my life and get embroiled into intrigue and extreme stress. Why?

She should have taken it from me. Be more like a cat. She should have had some pyjama days to chill a bit. That would have set her right.