I took the afternoon off, and am now sitting in a cafe having a nice lunch before making my way to see the TCM.
It feels nice. After months of mad rush to finish my publications, the last of the lot have finally gone to print so I can afford a quick breather before focusing on my upcoming event.
It's nice. To sit here, alone, without having to make small talk, without having to scarf down my meal, able to sit back and people watch and just think about simple things like what to cook for dinner tonight.
I might even do a spot of window shopping (or *gasp* actual shopping. It is Christmas after all.) Or I might jist head back home, relax, and just read a book.
The afternoon is mine, and it feels wonderful.