Sometimes one wakes up on a Sunday morning to decide: today I am going to be lazy. That does not necessarily mean that one stays in bed all day. It is just that one does nothing “productive.” The usual rules of everyday life do not apply. One gives oneself a present of timelessness, so to speak.
A day drifting by is delicious. Time not only slows down, it becomes unimportant, does not exist any longer.
Has a minute ticked by or an hour? It doesn’t matter – it is a lazy day. A favorite book becomes even more of a favorite because one does not have to put it down to attend to other, more pressing, matters. The sun shines even brighter, seems even warmer, because one does not have to move. Thoughts drift off into areas where one can pick up a subject matter and ponder long on it, without having to come to a conclusion. One does nothing that one does not want to do, or does nothing. Period.
Can anything so wonderful be a bad thing?
It is a holiday for body and soul.