This is our first holiday without children.
It’s overcast and windy and Port Denison isn’t a very “doing” place. It’s interesting how much internal pressure there is to do something!
People come in and out of the beachside caravan park where we are staying; they’re doing something! Is there something wrong with people who don’t want to do something? Is there something wrong with me?
Cheryl and I have decided to be militant about not doing. It is good to dwell, read, drink coffee, toddle down to buy the milk, read, snooze. It is okay! Boy, it takes some discipline though.
Here we are reading in the areas of our own special interests (Ha! Ha!). Actually, Cheryl bought the book I’m reading and it is fascinating. She is reading, what I call, her “fourth love” after Jesus, me, and the kids.
