When you work at home, there is really no time off. Somehow, even when I take a break from writing, chores find a way of insinuating themselves into the day, and there always seems to be just one more thing to do. However, every once in a while, I decide I need to have a personal Sabbath day and put chores on hold.

Yesterday was such a day. For various reasons, I was frazzled and yearned for a day of rest. So I took the day off, and the only chore I did was laundry.

When such days are rare, they are truly a treat. Yesterday, it was sheer bliss to take as much time as I wanted to read the various blogs I follow; to relax on the couch and read We took to the Woods, a book my friend Mary Jane let me borrow; to eat whatever junky snack I felt like having; to walk with the dog to the Narrows and take some pictures.

Supper was simple—scrambled eggs with smoked Gouda, toast, and fries. There was hardly any prep time involved.

By the end of my day off, I felt rested—joyful, even—and ready to tackle the various projects I had put on hold.

In truth, I love my busy schedule and wouldn’t want too many days off. But every now and then it is good to slow down, relax, and recharge.