These are the Days

This weekend I had a moment when I paused, breathed deeply and realized how peaceful everything around me seemed. The apartment was clean. I had two hours to myself outside running and walking along the local trails while colorful leaves slowly fell from trees all around me. The temperature was perfect. A friend visited, allowing us to deepen our roots through time together. There were several hours of college football watched while our crock pot dinner prepared itself. When it was time, we dined--together, slowly. There was pumpkin cheesecake for a (late) dessert; Boyfriend kindly whipped one up at my request while I was out enjoying the outdoors. After watching Florida State demoralize Miami, we had had just enough football and put on a movie. (And finally got to taste dessert! There are apparently strict cooling rules when it comes to cheesecake.) So we all know that means I dozed off while the guys watched.

I think my actual "aha" moment was this morning during our prolonged coffee hour(s). There was pot after pot of French press coffee. And then, this afternoon Kansas City Chiefs (at Buffalo Bills) football--more rest and relaxation. I said goodbye to J.W.M., my friend, shortly after the Chiefs win and filled the rest of the evening organizing all the paperwork that has piled high during the moving madness. A little productivity to follow all the lethargy! There was another satisfying crock pot dinner--chili--to cap the weekend.

As far as scorecards go, this was a boring weekend. But something filled my heart with joy this weekend. Something tells me these are the days I'll remember.