Good morning, Thursday. It's just utter and complete meh outside. I'm a little bit over it.
So this am I had every intention of going to a barre class, but the dog ate my workout. For those of you that have a pup at home, you know that a warm dog in the bed on a gloomy, cold morning is like kryptonite when it comes to waking up and getting to it. David is out of town and the Khan man and I are hunkered down at home, anxiously awaiting his return, and being slugs while we wait.
I dutifully set my alarm for 6 am, and had all intentions of getting up. But darn if that little Khan dude was not perfectly curled up next to me, taking sweet little dog breaths, so happy to be there and asleep in the perfect position, wedged up against my side. Who am I to ruin a perfectly good cliche and not let a sleeping dog lie? (Lay or lie? Oy).
Linda Evangelista famously said she would not get out of bed for less than ten thousand dollars a day. As someone who is not a supermodel, I'm afraid that's not an option for me. I will say, however, that sometimes, even though you may want to do something, doing nothing at all is the biggest luxury one can have. I may have missed a workout, but I got a little more sleep, drank coffee in bed, and watched the Today Show with the Khan man, who was thrilled to just be my side.
I bring this up because I'm feeling very much in a transitional state right now, where I need to make some moves and hustle and do all of those things us self employed types must do. I'm sure I'll do all of that and more, but today I was just way too happy to hit the snooze button, and acknowledge how lovely an hour of nothingness to just wake up and come to and snuggle in can be. I don't do it often enough and I need to do it more. If not for an hour, I think even a minute of that nothingness is well worth my time. I'll take what I can get.
Now back to our regularly scheduled program of rushing around and taking names. Cause that's what's up this snoozy Thursday in the tundra of Manhattan. Yours, in needing a minute. XO