Just Being

I'm sitting alone in the house, with nothing pressing to do, just enjoying the quiet and occasionally the wind gusting outside my window.

The bed is made, the quilt top complete, I just packed up a gift to send to a friend, and my bills are paid.  The paperwork for our taxes is organized. The car has enough gas and we have food in the 'fridge. I am perking along with an article that is due in a couple of weeks. All is well.

So, rather than wrack my brain for something "constructive" to do, I am just sitting, happily drinking in the silence and the beauty of my surroundings, enjoying the contentment. There is much to be grateful for, and I intend to enjoy that.

Just being.