...a welcome phone call (or two)

...and a lazy day.

The phone rang at 5:21 this morning. I missed the call. It rang again at 5:28. Again I missed the call. My sleep-addled brain thought it was just the alarm going off. But...yippee, skippee! Both calls were to let me know that school was cancelled for the day. Freezing rain had coated the roadways overnight with a thick layer of ice. I listened to the messages left by my coworkers, wondered why two of them had called (we do have an established phone tree), called the next person on the list just to be sure she knew, then snuggled back under the covers. At 10:00 I felt rested enough to haul myself out of bed, but it took another hour to brush my teeth, wash my face, and put on something that wouldn't embarrass me if the doorbell rang. I spent what was left of the morning drinking coffee and gazing at the Christmas tree. Finally, I decided that I should do something. A stack of insurance paperwork has been sitting on my desk for a couple of months--it is now gone. Why did I procrastinate about something that took all of 15 minutes to deal with? Then I straightened my fabric stash, and thought about doing some sewing. Instead, I curled up on the couch and dozed to "It's a Wonderful Life."

I almost beat myself up for not getting much done today, but then remembered my often repeated lament that there isn't enough time anymore just to "be." Today was a gift and I am grateful.