Sabbaticals are good. But, like, really no-kidding good. I spent the early part of yesterday in my pajamas, in front of the computer, working on the new project. And then I pulled myself together that afternoon and went grocery shopping, laying in all of the basic supplies such that I don’t have to leave the house if I don’t want to. Cooked a simple but good dinner last night. Hung out and chatted with R. Did some reading, and went to sleep.
And I get to do it again today. Without the grocery shopping.
My library access here is still in process, but once it’s available, I’m going to go spend a couple of days digging through various special collections. And then there will be more days in my pajamas, in front of the computer.
I’m writing. I’m eating well. I’m exercising.
This, I think, is what balance feels like. It’s only a shame that it takes a sabbatical in order to find it.