Fresh

You can't see it, but there is a little silver boat inside a bowl of water inside the sink he is leaning on. He has a wet paper towel and a green cup. "I made a whirlpool and now here comes the rain" he says as he squeezes the wet towel over the little silver boat that's not supposed to sink but happily is because of his efforts.

Last Saturday, we had no "have to dos."
Tonight's were light.

It's nice to feel the freshness of choosing what to do instead of the stale "have to," even when the "have to" is a great thing.

It's nice to just be able to lean up by the sink and play in the water.
Or- hit the keyboard.

I believe- as far as my "have to" might constrain me- I am back.
Yay.