There were a great many thing to do today. Important things, vital things.
I went to the office and started them and just...couldn't. Went home after 10 minutes and lay down with a fluffy pillow and blanket and a migraine that had won the day.
So many things to do-and they all had to wait.
Now in the quiet of late afternoon the sun is slanting through the window. I look across the room and see a boy home from college sprawled on the sofa--sleeping.
There's a breeze on my face on this winter-spring eve, a stolen joy that I wouldn't have but for a headache that put me to bed and left me with the energy of a snail.
And I'm thinking, is that such a bad thing after all? To slow down enough that I sit in this patch of stained-glass sunlight and feel the breath of God brush my face.
I see the boy asleep across the room, and I'm thankful.