This morning we found a previously undiscovered (by us) 3 hour walk along beaches, forest, and quiet streets. I kept thinking "the dog would have loved this".
Back home for lunch, and we spent the whole afternoon in bed, playing scrabble, finishing my book, drinking wine, and other adult pastimes. I should be ashamed, but I'm not.
Walking to work yesterday morning, Bach's Matthew Passion on the headphones had me gasping with each new tune. I know I'm just a heathen piggybacking on the spirituality of holy folk, but that music really lets you feel the awfulness of the crucifixion story.