On the one hand, it’s noon and I’ve just showered and dressed.

On the other, it’s noon and I’ve gotten up before 7, made the coffee (for other people – I don’t drink coffee), responded to a business email, lifted weights, stretched, stripped the bed, washed the sheets and comforter cover, eaten breakfast, vacuumed the entire downstairs including going over all baseboards and any other flat surface I could reach with the dust brush attachment, and remade the bed.

It’s all in how you look at it. Unfortunately it’s still a bit hard to feel I deserve a rest now, given that my parents-in-law are now outside weeding my front garden. I keep trying to get them to relax, but they insist they like weeding.