Cynical has had multiple days off in a row. . . and I love his company, but what I think I might love even more is his cooking. Homemade soup. Cold night. A good combination.

I’m a thinker. I overthink. I overfeel. I overanalyze. Two conversations today sent me into overload, but all for good reasons. All good.

A day can’t be bad that starts with telling stories about all of your vehicle and car calamaties over the past 30 years and finding a common place in the fact that everyone has such stories.

And it gets even better when you have a weekly scheduled lunch with your friend and therapist. Our lunches, while always too short, leave me with an energy I cannot explain. I feel completely accepted, completely trusted and I never second guess myself later, wondering if I offended, if I talked too much or if I just said the wrong thing. It’s a safe space and place with her, for which I will be eternally grateful. And whenever she says, “I get that. I know what you mean” I am instantly at east. She gets it, she gets me. And I get her.

He’d been preaching the benefits for years, but I refused the peer pressure, avoiding the allure. But finally I caved. I tested the waters with a little snooze. I experimented with a power nap. And then I was hooked. There’s no going back. Over vacation, I was known to take one mid-morning and another in the afternoon. I’m addicted.

It still takes me some time to get my sea legs once I wake up, but I have learned to appreciate how very, very wonderful they can be. I may stagger around a bit, forget my name initially, and rub my eyes for a few minutes, but during the whole sleeping part, where I am toasty warm and completely relaxed, I know it’s all worth it.

We took ourselves one of those naps today after we’d ventured out for a movie and lunch. And I must say, Sunday being a day of rest is a very, very good thing. I think Martha would agree.

Storms predicted tonight, so I am sure I’ll be glad I got a little extra rest before the booming and wind wake this Sleeping Beauty up.

Sometimes on the weekend, when Cynical is working, I find that I am incredibly productive. I don’t blame him on my lack thereof other times, but it seems that left to my own devices, I get kinda bored and to entertain myself, I dig in a little bit and get stuff done. Today was one of those days.

Despite the headache, my plate was full of laundry, light cleaning, a little work in the studio, a nap, some television watching and some knitting project planning. For those of you that don’t knit, the last item on the list may not make much sense, but I find sometimes I spend a good deal of time planning my next project: contemplating the yarn, rethinking the pattern, looking online to see what others did.

In between all that, I finished the Multnomah shawl in the lovely Brooks Farm silk, mohair and wool.

It was a peaceful and productive day.

I kinda thought a long day at work and a sinus headache that wouldn’t quit would be counterbalanced by two pair of new glasses and the delivery of my Kindle. However, the headache won and I spent most of the night whining about it. I did, however, walk around in my new glasses while doing just that. Bifocals are tough, but I didn’t fall once, and for some reason I consider that a victory.

The technician kept telling me to “point my noise” at whatever I am looking at, but I find myself looking much like a snob or someone who smells something unpleasant. However, dear Kindle Fire, all the better to see you with.

I had wanted to be the one to call and tell him, but realized that she would immediately pick up the phone, not being attentive to the time and his circumstances. I had wanted to call not because I like to share bad news, but I knew it was tough news and I knew that he’d need someone to sigh with him and to let him know you were so sorry to say the words.