I had plans today. Ones that involved cleaning out and sorting allthestuff in the garage, that would make space to create and work on some of the projects in my head.
Buuuut, no. I got gastro instead, and have spent the day on the couch, very close to the required amenities, with this view
At least I can see blue skies and sunshine.
Instead of getting the job done that I’d planned and set aside the day for, I’ve read books, played games with the youngest boy, put some of the inside of my head on paper, drank cups of bone broth and peppermint tea, and counted my blessings of the comforts of home when I’m not feeling my best.
That’s the way life goes sometimes, and I love that at times like this, home wraps itself around me like a big, soft blanket.
What are your home comforts?