Some slices of life will be of the mundane, this is one:
So it’s just another Sunday afternoon. In these final days before spring, Old Man Winter reminds us he’s still in charge. It’s cold outside, so I am inside. I spent part of the weekend bingeing on TV shows; a true Netflix and chill. Some parts were spent setting up potential subject draft for future essays. Other parts giving time to muse and dropping random lines of poems and prose in draft for potential future poems. I even donated a couple of hours to laundry sorting and house cleaning – as I said, the mundane.
Still, I am hardly bemoaning of these more quiet and frankly necessary times. Yes, these more mundane times help me to appreciate the times that are anything but. Mostly, they are needed and appreciated to help recharge the old noggin and give this body some rest beyond the basic, and there is never mundane anything about that.
Let’s see how others are slicing up their day:
Everyone needs mundane now and then, to balance out the crazy. ~JudyK
My Sunday was quite similar! Laundry, grocery shopping, cooking dinner. I will soon be off to take my daughter to the airport to fly back to Houston. Quiet days are often the best.
Your post resonates with me. I actually had a very busy day – but I soaked in an hour this afternoon to relax and read slices. I do hope to have one of those recharging days on Tuesday if we get the snow they are predicting.
Mundane times help us recharge after hectic times and get us ready for what is to come. Enjoy the mundane when you can get it.
Ha, all of my slices are mundane, but so is my life. I welcome it.