Two Sundays

January 6th, 2024

I slept well and woke up late today. I got up at an ungodly late (for me) hour of 8 am and spent some time making a special and elaborate breakfast. Then I aimlessly moped around the house for a while and had fun doing that, or rather doing nothing really — that was the best. Then I went for a walk in my forest, braving the deep freeze. It was sunny with crunching snow underneath, so that made it a nice walk notwithstanding the icy paths and very chilly air. I took some good photographs and ended up feeling invigorated and pleasantly tired. Then I went for dinner at mom’s and that was very wholesome as well — with great food and easy and congenial conversation. Then I got home and had a nap — the way I like it, slowly drifting from and to consciousness while the darkness was creeping up outside. Now I am up, writing this story and having no plans for the evening except maybe to watch some football or basketball games, or read a book, or listen to some music. Or do nothing of any significance. I haven't decided yet, and maybe I will not even try to make any decision and will let things happen as they might. It was a perfect Sunday and I have done very well with the day today. I savor the feeling of how good I feel today.

Except it isn't Sunday, it is only Saturday. Because of the Epiphany feast that falls today and the Orthodox Christmas that is celebrated today as well by a sizable part of the population where I live, it feels like a Sunday — with all the stores closed and nothing going on at all. I like that. I like having two Sundays in a row during the same weekend. I like doing things for fun, or not doing anything at all — also for fun. And I have another whole day like today coming up tomorrow. I like that. I like feeling as good as I feel today.