And what I want to do, on this beautiful, sunny, glorious, relatively warm winter afternoon is…
Not cross-country ski
No, I want to stay inside, bake some cookies, and lounge around with a big pile of magazines and the Sunday Times, and I am DOING IT.
I do feel a little guilty. Ridiculous, isn’t it? But I feel like I should “get out there.” “Just do it.” “Get outside!” “Take advantage.”
I just don’t want to. I don’t want to do anything organized, or really much of anything at all. I cleaned the books off my bedside table and re-organized my sweaters, and that was enough. If this is a bad example for my children (who are reading, playing video games, playing computer games, sledding, playing with the dog and otherwise doing pretty much not much either), so be it. I happen to think it’s actually a good example. You don’t have to do something all the time. Right? Right?