For the first time in months tonight felt like a night where I actually got to feel the benefit of having “extra” time.
I came home from work. Had my toast. Rode my bike while I read a magazine about bikes. Then I did some TKD. Then I spent about twenty minutes sweeping the floors. By the way, how does it take twenty minutes to sweep such a little house’s floors? Then I thought….what am I going to do now?
Answer: cook dinner.
I took my time and made fried potatoes with new red potatoes. And scrambled eggs. And toast (of course).
Nothing fancy. Breakfast for dinner. But it was so much better than microwaving something. Or ordering something. Or going to get fast food.
Time is good.