Catch-Up Day

After I arrived home yesterday, my luggage decided it wanted to keep traveling without me.  The prodigal bag finally returned around 7 last night, a full 7 hours after I arrived home.

That means I didn't get to my own home (I went to my parents, since that was where the bag was being delivered) until around 8:30 last night.

Which worked fine, I suppose.

I did the majority of my unpacking, and then fell into bed and promptly gained many much needed hours of sleep.

And today? Today is a catch-up day.

I'm cleaning and doing laundry.

I'm working on making the little kitchen area I've created a bit more functional.

I'm preparing for house church tonight.

I'm wrapping a present for my favorite little guy's third birthday party on Sunday.

I'm pondering rhythms.

I'm listening to an audio book.

I'm catching up, and enjoying that this is part of my rhythm, part of my routine.  To spend a bit of time creating physical order, while my mind and heart slowly work their way towards internal order as well.

It works for me, this catching-up, and I'm enjoying it - even the blisters on my hand from turning the dozens of screws required to assemble a little cubicle shelf for my makeshift kitchen.

I'm moving slowly, but with purpose, and settling into that space of rhythm.

I'm enjoying this feeling of presence, even as I look ahead to other places and things.

I'm catching up, and it's lovely.