I took a grown-up spring break this week. No work. No alarm to wake up to. No roommate (she was also on spring break, but opted to take it elsewhere) meant having the house all to myself. Also, no shoes or jacket were required this week. The calendar is trying to convince me it is March, but I know it is just June pulling a prank on us all.
I spent time with my nephew because he really is the best ever, followed by lovely chats with my brother and sister-in-law. Brunch with my mama, charming visits with friends and reading on the deck filled in the gaps. I also swayed in the kitchen and watched Les Miserables for something like the 729th time (and plan one more viewing before I must go back to The Cubicle) and someday I should dedicate an entire post – nay, series of posts – nay, epic poems – of my love for Jean Valjean, but I will spare you that for today.
I cleaned the bathroom and my bedroom and plan to tackle my taxes and laundry tomorrow (there are just some things about grown-up spring breaks that look nothing like student spring breaks). But also, I will watch movies and stare at the sky and maybe walk to McDonald’s for a Shamrock Shake (there are just some things about student spring breaks that must absolutely be retained by the grown-ups).
Whimsical. Breezy. Wonderful. Lazy. Reprieve. Succulent. There are not enough words to sum up this sweet hiatus. It has been the cheese to my macaroni, the wind to my wings, the Elizabeth to my Mr. Darcy.
“You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.” ~ Jane Austen