Not that kind of yummy.
I mean, we will probably eat. If you know me AT ALL, you know we will.
But I’m talking about the yumminess of a day off, a day starting with a long walk (I’m carving out 2 hours), then some gentle yoga (yoga with Adriene is my jam), then maybe reading this new book I got in the bath (and not worrying about misplacing my modifiers). The book is a memoir called The Son and Heir by Alexander Munninghoff, and the writer discovers his father’s Nazi ties and I love stuff like that. (I’ll let you know what I think after I have read it.)
After reading in the tub, I’ll go furniture shopping with my husband. We’re building a writing room for me (this happens after kids fly away from home, and it in no way replaces a houseful of teenage girls, but they’re not teens anymore, and they’re not here anymore, so one room is going to be mine, for writing and reading, and I’m getting bookshelves to line the window and a yummy chair (also not for eating) that will let me sit in supreme comfort and then sleep in it when I want to). I’ll show you when it’s done.
I’m not a decorator. At all. But I have a PLAN for this room. Also it has new carpet, and I have already spent some hours lying on the floor writing because new carpet can almost make me forget how gross old carpet eventually gets. Because gross. So gross.