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Quiet (11/60)

It's 10:51am.  I've exercised (beautiful hike with friends . . . seriously, the mountains call me this time of year like nothing else) and my kitchen is cleaned up.  There are a few things left to do cleaning the house, but nothing has to be done right this minute.  I am alone.  In a completely quiet house.

Sigh.

This feels really really good.

I am going to take a few minutes (hours) and just enjoy this.  No one will know if I take a two hour bath, or watch a whole season of Wallander, or do nothing at all but stare at the window.  Heaven.  The possibilities are endless . . .

Today, for right now, I don't have to be anything or anyone.

Thank you, Universe, how did you know this is exactly what I needed?

And now, I'm going to take that bath . . .

Hiking Buddies . . . a perfect morning to hike Horsetail
Here's go hoping your Friday has a few moments just like this . . . quiet, calm, and free (this never ever happens to me . . . so maybe you're used to it . . . but it's a miracle!  So honestly . . . I'm praying this for all of you!).
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