What really matters

…is this:

That’s what it’s all about. That and good tea.

The seasons are running ahead of me. I’m about a month behind. As to my to do list, make that two months. I’m two weeks away from a two-week holiday, and oh woman (care about feminism, perchance? this was reasonably interesting) did I ever need one. Why, then, did I have to read an article recently (where? sorry, I’ve completely forgotten) that said you need at least three weeks’ holiday to properly relax? To lose all hope of ever feeling rested again?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some serious procrastinating to do. All that stress and piles of unfinished business don’t create themselves, you know.