Day of Rest

I'm watching Judgment at Nuremberg while I rest from housecleaning. I've never seen this movie start to finish. Actually, there are many movies I haven't seen start to finish. I get antsy.

Today is my day off. I fantasize about taking my day off and just relaxing all day. But that's not really fun to me. I wish it was, but it's not. So my husband Eric and I cleaned. By the way, Eric can relax all day, though he rarely gets the chance. Usually I start cleaning and he joins in, out of guilt. Today he started the cleaning after I said we should clean. I was probably content to find something else to occupy my time since I didn't start the cleaning jag, but dust and laundry were piling up, so what are you going to do?

The command that we rest one day a week is, of course, Scriptural (Genesis 2.2). Sunday, however, is a day of great joy for me but not really one of rest. I come home on Sunday evening exhausted. I'm finally learning not to plan an elaborate meal on Sunday night. Generally now it's pasta, which my family would eat hourly if permitted to do so.

So, now that I'm done cleaning, I'll try to finish watching my movie and actually relax. Yet I have to buy my coat for Project Thanksgiving. Oh good, something else productive to do. Perhaps I'll get half way through the movie this time.

At least my floors are clean.