my schedule seems to be packing itself full these days. I've been making the attempt to get to the gym in the mornings, working longer than usual hours at the office, and trying to sort through all the junk to be pitched before the move. and then the actual packing.
but I try to make time for the good things, even if it's only once a day. it's a moment alone with a glass of wine and a good book. cooking a meal, a real meal, and taking the time to sit at the table to enjoy it. an entire afternoon spent baking, decorating, and photographing until the light disappears. cuddling up on the couch under a pile of blankets and watching a movie. a too-long-put-off phone call with a far away friend.
or even cuddling up with this guy...
it's good to come home to unconditional love.