Sometimes we do more by doing less.

It's 1:22 am.  I keep thinking it should be 4:12 am, I hear Switchfoot lyrics going off in my head.  "Been having trouble staying asleep, You've been waking up at 4:12....."

I'm sitting in my living room with an ice pack in my armpit, in the early morning hours staring out the window at this amazing sight.

There is a gorgeous silver-lined cloud floating outside my window with a gnarly leafless tree that is silhouetted in the frame of the window, it's really beautiful. It's breathtaking.  I know that a picture just wouldn't be able to do it justice.

And here I sit and think about my day.

Today was my first day of freedom.  My first day of feeling half decent in a week, so I took advantage of it.

I took Kent to work.

I filled the car up with gas.  I also found that Shell has a promotion right now, 50 air miles if you buy a coffee.  So I stood by the machine and made and paid for 4 people coffees.  200+ air miles later....

I went to the bank

I got a real coffee. (Thank you Starbucks)

I went home for a quick rest

I picked up Jonathan's Christmas present.

I went to the new Lowe's in my neighbourhood,  it was underwhelming.

I went to Home Outfitters and talked to a chatty supervisor about her inability to find good holiday relief workers.

I went to Canadian Tire and watched families walking out with toboggans and sleds, about to enjoy Victoria's first snow day in years.

I met Kent and a his co-worker for lunch....That's when Kent asked me about my morning.

(insert the sound of a needle being dragged across a vinyl record .... HERE)

Kim coyly looked at him and smiled.....

He got that look on his face....you know the one, happy-to-see-me-but-sure-I've-done-too-much-and-will-regret-it-later-face...He then instructed me to go home and rest--and I did for about an hour or so, then I started decorating a little in the house, not a ton, but a little.  I pulled out some garland and put in on the mantle, arranged some candles, got out some baubles and then went to get Kent from work.

I'm now paying the price for too much movement and not enough rest.  I'm not in pain, but I am very definitely uncomfortable.  I can't find a good position to sleep in.  So I sit here and watch my silver-lined cloud.

And promise myself that tomorrow...I will do less.

"Rest time is not waste time. It is economy to gather fresh strength... It is wisdom to take occasional furlough. In the long run, we shall do more by sometimes doing less."  - Charles Spurgeon