Regathering

After the last two weeks, I am at home and have no work tomorrow. I can regather myself in the quiet and think about life, about simplicity, about baking, about music, about languages, about writing. 

I can savour the aroma of tea. I can ponder Patricks' Rune. I can loose myself with Azar Nafisi as she studies western literature with seven students in her living room in Tehran during the nineties. I can prepare myself for the coming week. 

I can regather my energy and my thoughts. And sleep while I'm at it. I can tackle my email - and letters. Yes, and then, when the day is over and my phone has ceased to ring, I can knit. 

I love Friday evenings.