Yesterday Obadiah tried out his wings, jumped off my sewing room loft onto the hard floor 15 feet below, then remembered he doesn't have wings. A vet visit and x-ray later, the cat has a bad sprain and is limping around pitifully. We've all taken pity on him and have carried him around with us, or let him lie in our beds half the day, or talked to him in baby talk and crooned over him. I think he's enjoying this.
After abandoning high hopes of getting much done today, I settled on trying a green smoothie (more on that later), folding the laundry and covertly putting away the tree ornaments, followed by eating ice cream. It has been a fully satisfying, albeit fully unproductive day. Perfect for after Christmas, no?
Tomorrow I will put away more decorations as stealthily as possible--people in my house mourn when the decorations come down, so I have to be gentle, make brisket for dinner, and slowly soak in the last day of the year. Lots of goals (Oddly enough, I made goals instead of resolutions this year, posted them where I could see them, and actually achieved over 90%. A record! Those experts know what they're talking about.) to work on tomorrow, but for tonight I'm relishing the end of this Slow Day. And while I'm at it, I'll blockade the stairs to the sewing room, so that Obadiah can finish his day slowly, too.