Today is better than Christmas.
Not that Christmas is so spectacular but it seems to the be cultural standard for good days.
Today is my Christmas.
It is the first of eight consecutive work free Mondays.
On top of that, the sun is out and the air is warm with a slight, almost tropical, breeze.
Before 5:00 this morning, the sky was already turning away from black and into deep blue.
And, even after 9:15 this evening. the deep blue will still be waiting for black to arrive again.
I have a million tasks to do and I will do them in my own time. I will choose what to do when. There will be time for reading, for napping, and for simply enjoying the day. I will seek out the colors and the silence. I will go into my head and see who is there today. I will breathe.
Merry Christmas, Me.