I’ve been back in Australia for two weeks and even though I’ve visited a few different places and taken a few photos (to be posted soon) the truth is I’ve done nothing.
Yesterday I woke up around 11am, had breakfast and a shower before 1pm, when I pottered around the backyard waiting for a delivery of firewood. Around 2.30pm went back inside, had some lunch, stared at the fire for a while, might have read a few pages of a book, listened to the radio a bit, lit the fire in the lounge room, stared at it for a while, went back to check on the dining room fire and by then it was dark. MJ had gone to work and was out for the evening, so I was left to entertain myself. So I listened to the radio a bit more, did some yoga, made some dinner, read a couple more pages of a book, then took a nap in front of the TV. I was back in bed sometime around midnight.
I don’t know if that was the exact composition of my day – I wasn’t really paying attention – but it wasn’t far off. And most days for the last week have been like that, except that usually MJ is here and we might have a few conversations or do a bit of gardening. Today we cleaned the house…I vacuumed.
I’ve been sleeping between 8 and 12 hours a night for two weeks. I think 10 hours is my optimal amount. My three month old stiff neck is a distant memory – although it faintly resurfaced when I used a computer for a couple of hours the other day.
I’m pretty sure I’d be singing the praises of doing nothing if I felt compelled to think about it much. See, doing nothing means you don’t really have to think all that often either. MJ and I had to think a fair bit this morning when we pieced together last night’s episode of Trial and Retribution. But that’s about it.