Breathing Deeply: My Life With Cystic Fibrosis

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because they slip by. --J.M. Barrie

As much as I thrive on activity, I know that I need to pace myself so that I don't burn out. Of course, knowing this is not nearly as effective as actually doing it; but I digress...

This weekend is one of those rare occasions where we have practically nothing that needs to be done. The fridge and cupboard are stocked with groceries, the kitchen counters are clean and the floor is swept (courtesy of my gracious, loving, wonderful husband!) and the apartment is noticeably less cluttered than it has been all week. Tonight after work we can come home and just plotz.

I have a feeling that this may be the calm before the storm. Over the next several weeks our social calendar is likely to fill up at a rapid pace, especially as we begin to approach the holiday season. But today, I'm not concerned about that. Right now I'm just thinking in the short-term. I'm looking forward to sitting down with Brad at dinner tonight and spending time with him. Tomorrow I'll more than likely sleep in, enjoying being in a warm cozy bed on a grey Saturday morning. Brad will undoubtedly tinker with his laptop for most of the day.

The thought of letting a day or two simply slip by is an attractive one, especially since I know that taking time to rest now will help keep me in good shape for all the activity yet to come.