A day off ...

Today was my day off, and as usual I have a mental list of all the things that I'd like to do. I think I may have mentioned this before, sorry. If I manage a couple of things from my list I think I've done quite well. Here are some of the items that make it to my list most weeks:

Have a little lie-in, i.e. get up at least half an hour later than usual.

Go to Mass.

Go for a walk.

Do several loads of washing.

Tackle the ironing. (Why do we always 'tackle' the ironing, I wonder?)

Do a bit of shopping.

Have a bit of a tidy up at home and sort out some of the piles of domestic paperwork.

Do a bit of gardening if the weather's not bad.

Have some time for myself doing something purely for me.

etc. etc. . . .

Today didn't start that well as I overslept and missed Mass. A good thing happened on my walk though. As I was nearly home, I heard the Angelus Bell (midday) ring out from our local church so I was able to walk the last few hundred metres praying the Angelus as I walked along in the sunshine. A little thing but it really pleased me and although it didn't compensate for missing Mass, I feel at least I didn't have a completely God-less day!

As to the other things on my list, I managed some ironing but the basket still looks fairly full as new stuff gets added all the time. Does anyone else feel a bit like Sisyphus pushing that old boulder up the hill when they think about ironing, or housework in general?

I also had a lovely wander around the shops looking at all the new season's clothes that are now appearing everywhere. (That was purely for me!)