Today has been a rather quiet Sunday. The sun hasn't shown it's bright face for even a moment and the light coming in my windows has been soft and full of secrets. It wasn't a day for running errands, or organizing a closet, or even dusting the shelves.
It was a Sunday for many a moment exploring You Tube for music I've missed out on.
It was a Sunday for a bit of baking.
It was a Sunday for reading magazines and snoozing with the Schmoo Cat at the foot of the bed.
Today has been a rather quiet Sunday. Sometimes you need those quiet days. Plans go out the window and you find yourself doing nothing of note. It is those days that leave me the most relaxed when they are over. It is those days that are far more valuable than a day full of productive adventures.