Day off

Today is the first day off I've had by myself in a quiet house forever. All summer was spent running to and fro from camp, so there was little quiet there. The last few weeks at work have been hectic with short staffing and doing jobs I don't normally do. I realise that I've become so accoustmed to running that I'm not quite sure what to do when I'm not. Except sleep. I've been ill for the last week so I'm sure I need it. It's just that there are so many things screaming for my attention in this quiet house - that I feel more behind here than anywhere. This kind of time is so precious and small, that I hate to spend it sleeping/resting even when I need to. Whoever thought a quiet day at home could seem so loud.