As Jane Austen put it, “There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” I believe that gem is from Emma, which is my least favorite Austen work, and it still has great quotes.
This morning, I tried desperately to get geared up for my evening at work, but I really wanted to wrap up in a blanket and find a way to take that feeling of home with me.
Home was full of sunshine and productivity and just the right amount of relaxation yesterday. It looked like this:
You can’t tell, but there was a turkey smoking in the bottom left quadrant of the grill/smoker. It smelled good. There was also a book in my hand and a can of cold seltzer water (that bright yellow blur on the right edge of the picture). Oh, and there was a freshly scrubbed kitchen inside that made me feel like a home pedicure was a valid choice.
So imagine what a challenge it was to leave the sweetly snoring dog on the couch and the warm coffee in the coffee pot this morning. It took an epic internal struggle to put on work clothes and walk out the door.
Moral of the story? Maybe I should tidy up less thoroughly next time. I’m a lot more content with leaving the house behind for the day when it’s total chaos. Nobody wants to tackle that mess. When it’s tidy? Can’t get enough of it. More mess, please?