As I sat on my behind, enjoying the cookies I had made only yesterday and soaking up some bad daytome talk show television, I resisted doing anything productive. At all. Instead, I treated myself to a breakfast of milk and cookies, a lunch of milk and cookies and an early afternoon snack of milk and cookies, all in the name of holiday spirit. And I'm ok with that. Because soon, there will be little time to dawdle, and little spirit left to revel in.
I realize that the older I get, the busier I get. Or the busier I make myself. So these days where I may appear lazy, and well just lazy, are really days of perspective. Because today, there was nothing more important then milk and cookies. And I'm ok with that.