I don’t know whether it’s the unseasonably warm weather but this week I’ve felt like I’m in a holding pattern. It’s been one of those weeks where I’ve pottered along doing my thing and try as I might to find something to blog about, I’m afraid inspiration has been in short supply. Bored by my repetitive moves – to the chickens, washing line, kitchen, office – even the bassets gave up following me and slumped on the veranda to watch me from a distance.
Plain old routine is something to cherish though. A quiet life unremarkable and peaceful. A life without pain or suffering. No stress, nothing to complain about. Life is sweet – remarkable for it’s unremarkable state.