Haven
Sunday afternoon along Victoria Road
I arrived home with considerable relief last night. How long has it been since I felt that way? Two years ago, my stomach would tighten in expectation of whatever new squalor and havoc the neighbours had created. Since then, inexplicably, they have settled down.
It hit me last night. A measure of peace has been restored. I enjoyed climbing the stairs and unlocking the door. I tossed my jacket and scarf over the armchair, simultaneously casting off some stress and sadness of the past few days. All the way from Toronto I had contemplated the leftover chicken and rice in the fridge. I piled them on a plate and shoved them in the microwave.
Living alone has its benefits. Later, I could leave the dishes in a pile. I could let dirty laundry collect on living room furniture all week. But I won't. I've been keeping the apartment neater lately, without particular effort. When a place becomes home, you cherish it.
This morning I crawled out of bed and baked ultra banana muffins (five whole bananas!), read Gibson over coffee, knitted a couple more rows of that interminable slipper, and wrote morning pages, before heading to the gym at 10:30.
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Today's feel-good gleanings:
- ABC to launch reality search for new muppet, from CBC
- A Big Ad, thanks to bjarvis
- Color perception is not in the eye of the beholder: it's in the brain, from Science Daily