Catching some zzzz's

I laid myself down on the floor, and the heat enveloped me and ushered in a host of daydreams.  It was the most relaxing moment of the Thanksgiving weekend.

Life of late has been work at work, work at home, spend time with the family when possible, and fit in a ride or a race around the edges.  The kitchen is substantially complete as of today, most deadlines at work are done, and we're re-ordering our abode (savagely decluttering is another way to put it).  The family obligations that accompany the holidays also require an energy that is quite depleting even though we are ostensibly relaxing. 

So in the wake of repeating the repetitive redundancy of the daily routine, I found myself at my parents' house over the weekend, after a waffle breakfast cooked in part by my dad (a monumental event in itself), with the sounds of  family catching up wafting in the background. I laid down on the living room floor, which is radiantly heated.  Amazing relaxation washed over me, and I started sawing some wood, as they say.

It was a short nap, but the essence of vacation.  It's not often that we get respites like that one.  Needless to say I didn't do much riding either, just a short jaunt on Friday with some of the boys.