On my first day after the last day, the plan was to take a breath and ease into a day of nothing in particular which meant no straightening up. Hardly. I was up making order of the hurricane that had breezed through my bedroom as I dressed all week leaving the floor space heaped in piles of sweaters, shoes and purses. The main kitchen counter was full of mail, receipts, catalogs, and the like that after some attention disappeared. My living room needed minor adjustments. I finally stopped myself when I realized I had sprung from my bed hours before without doing my meditation, so to the boudoir I returned. It felt good to stretch out amongst the pillows knowing order prevailed all around bringing peace as I closed my eyes.

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