No moaning here, except perhaps about the heat. It's been 30°C (nudging 40 with the humidex) for a week now, but I dare not complain. January might hear me and unleash MINUS 30 for seven days plus one, just to balance everything out.
Today is a day of rest.
Today is a day of gratitude for the work and workers who keep this country functioning.
Today is a day of celebration of freedom:
the freedom to choose our work,
the freedom to choose our leisure,
the freedom to write.
Tomorrow morning the pace of live rev's up again:7am will NOT be blissfully silent;
my windows will resonate with the rumble of school buses.
and the 3pm 'rush hour' convoy of those same buses returning their precious cargo home,
will be back.
Tomorrow, the rhythm of my day will be picked up and transported by that fleet of yellow rumblers, out of lazy summer mode and into active mode. There's work to be done: jobs to be started, jobs to be completed, and dream jobs. It's time to get back on track.
But today is a day of gentle anticipation of the harvest of delights that lie ahead.
It's like New Year's Eve all over again, minus the hype and the carousing.
Make the most of it.
©2015 April Hoeller