What a beautiful feeling!  I love and enjoy my work.  After a really intensive 8-day teaching with a lovely group of people I awake this morning filled with the pleasure at the prospect of a day of idleness, rest, recovery, recuperation.  So what am I doing sitting at the computer?  I’m enjoying the fact that I can, or I can go into the garden and say Hello to the Sun, or  wander to the garden centre and find something to protect my growing little hollyhocks when I plant them out from their little box, that I can mooch down to the supermarket, go to the movies, walk in the park, lie on the sofa missing my beloved (that miss will underlay whatever I do today and tomorrow and all the desert days after)…and lots of etcs before writing to my lovely group of people to thank them for being there, and starting to climb the paper mountain that accumulated (can mountains accumulate?) during my week of teaching.  All after a leisurely bath and an indolent breakfast.  I’m feeling idle.  I can go anywhere and do anything.  I can go nowhere and do nothing.  Today, it’s choice.  That’s the luxury.  There are those who have none.  Thinking of them helps me appreciate what I have.