In the mornings, I wake up at nine. Since I love lingering in bed, I don't really get up until around ten. I lie down in the comfort of my sheets, ensconced in my pillows while I stare at the ceiling or read a page or two from my book of the moment.
When I finally go down our living area, my youngest is already up, playing some game on the computer. I make us a peanut butter sandwich while thinking of what to cook for lunch. There's no hurry. E and my two other boys wouldn't be up until after lunch, and I could easily whip up something fast for Baby S.
Cooking is a joy because I can take my sweet time at it, slicing my veggies just the way I like it, stirring and tasting, watching over the pot so nothing gets burned. I've missed my time in the kitchen. For the past few weeks, I haven't been cooking as much as I'd like to so there's a lot to make up for. I've made chicken pickle and egg noodle soup, chopsuey and monggo. I got ingredients for gulaman, but somehow haven't found the inclination to make it. That will have to wait another day.
After lunch, we watch a movie. Lying down on the futon, I am thrilled for every moment that my phone isn't beeping or ringing. I delight in the fact that everybody else in my world is doing exactly what I'm doing, which is, to put it quite simply, nothing.
Two hours into the political intrigues and gritty violence of the Game of Thrones, which my daughter insists that we watch, I am ready for my afternoon nap. Yes, my afternoon nap. I put my head on the pillow, listen to the mango leaves dance with the wind, and drift off to dreamland.
My dreams are bright and vivid, taking me to places both foreign and familiar. I give in to these dreams, hoping that I'd remember at least bits and pieces of them when I wake up later in the afternoon.
Night is a slight variation of day, only this time I manage to get some work done. There is no hurry, I still have a few days left. I park myself on the futon with my notebook on my lap, and start writing and editing while my son puts on another DVD. Every so often, I'd pause to do some surfing, catching up on sites and blogs that I haven't been able to visit as often as I'd like to. Every so often, I'd put my notebook down, tune out from the movie, stare at the ceiling, let my mind wander.
Sooner than later, this lazy interlude would come to an end I know, but I am so blessed to have had the chance to enjoy it, to let my body rest, my mind breathe.
Tuesday's going to be action-packed for sure, but for now, I will savor every moment of this glorious laziness--may I never tire of it.