We don’t take nearly enough time out of our busy lives to get really comfy. I mean, comfy in your favorite robe with a big mug of hot cocoa w/marshmallows…or comfy wrapped up in a soft fleecy throw…or comfy in a warm bath covered in lots of bubbles, with vanilla scented candles aglow around the tub, a glass of wine, and a Sookie Stackhouse story…comfy.
Because I’m so crazed with school, I am acutely aware of down time and the pursuit of comfy. I need comfy. Just this afternoon after Devoted Spouse had so kindly gone to Kroger for some much-needed groceries (and a few not-so-needed snacks) I mentioned to him that as soon as I was through with this class, I needed “something”. I couldn’t define at the moment what that “something” was. He looked at me and wrinkled his brows as if to say, “She’s not making sense but she never does anyway so I’ll just stand here and look like I know what she’s talking about.” I think that “something” is down time being comfy. I don’t need to go anyplace but right here in my own little home. (Jeez, I feel like Dorothy – ‘there’s no place like home’, ad nauseum…) But I do need at least one day of total “me” time in my woobies with no makeup on and no perfectly styled hair…just me and a book, wrapped in my Golden Retriever throw ensconced in my comfy chair.
Yeah…comfy. Need it. Soon. Even Devoted Spouse and trusty canine companion pursue comfy.