I didn't talk to anyone today apart from Rosanne when she wasn't sleeping and Lucy, when she wasn't sleeping. No one talked much to me either, when I wasn't sleeping. It was just that kind of a dark, dreary, damp, late November Sunday in our neck of the woods -- perhaps yours too.
Come to think of it, I did speak to someone else -- a rather diminutive pharmacist at our local Rexall Drug Store where I went to pick up a prescription for Rosanne. She was a pleasant enough Filipino young lady, but not overly conversational.
This is all by way of an excuse for why I do not have a "Today's Conversation" to relate.
I do not think that there is anything wrong with a quiet, lazy, sleepy day now and then. Bodies and minds need a break to slow down and, yes, even to heal. When you stop to think about it, we really do work ourselves pretty hard without even realizing it. We are under the mistaken assumption that we are machine-like, requiring little or no maintenance.
Perhaps this all gives credence to why God himself rested on the Seventh Day and blessed and sanctified it. It is kind of too bad in a way, that we wait for this type of unfavorable weather to force our times of rest, as though we need an excuse.
Anyway, tomorrow's another day. Maybe I'll be more conversational then...If not, I'll just continue to rest. I seem to require more of it these days!