A day full of nothing has value of its own

I had the day off from work yesterday. I did nothing.

Well, yes, I did something. But it felt like nothing. I didn't accomplish anything. At all.

I swept sticks off the deck. I sat outside and listened to the birds sing their springtime songs. I saw three bluebirds. That made me happy. I took two naps. Not on purpose, it just sort of happened that way.

I watched parts of a basketball game, but I wasn't really paying attention. I read a few pages in a book, but I don't remember what I read.

I answered some email. Made a couple phone calls. Talked to my kids about what they want for Easter dinner. I ate a couple meals. And a few jelly beans. Fed and watered the cat and the Wonder Dog.

And that's about it.

It's not that there wasn't anything I could have or should have been doing. Just that I didn't do any of it.

I guess we all need a day like that once in a while.

Of course, I'll need to do that much more today to make up for it. But that's okay. For a change, I'm feeling well rested.