Whoa, lordies...

I have no earthly idea what I am doing. Didge has informed me that I am to relax this week - no wedding planning, no fretting over the fact that the house isn't finished, no plotting and scheming for how to fix up the yard, nada. Nothing. Maybe I could read a book, he suggested. I have let my yoga practice fall by the wayside again, I realized. So, okay. I agreed to try this.

I have no idea what I am doing, other than nothing, even mentally. No scouring or researching, just....nothing, other than light housework and keeping my usually zippy mind unusually uncluttered.

It's disconcerting as hell, but nice.