Today I practiced Primary, straight up and no embellishments, and it was happily, wonderously, astoundingly…mundane. I love mundane. I love the absence of drama in my practice. It’s just a delight, and it seems so rare in the winter.
Not much else to say. Or not much else that I feel like saying right now. It’s quiet in my house. Both kids are on playdates, I have a fire going, and I have a stack of magazines waiting, from Real Simple to Star, and various permutations of each in between. YUM.