Today has been very strange so far. It's not one of those days where you feel like the whole day has just been grand, or in other words, "a great day". But it is definitely not a bad day.

Suprisingly it started quite offbeat. This morning Ruth woke me up, and was like, "Hey, I didn't know you were here, but there's someone coming to look at the apartment in 15 mins" haha.

So of course I began my morning frantic, trying to clean my room, make my bed, and get dressed before anyone arrived. Completely throwing any plans I had made for the morning out of the window.

Though I don't know if I can really use that expression, because although I normally have each day planned before it begins (or recently, I've had to) this morning was already odd before it began, because last night I didn't actually lay out any plans for what would happen today. I knew that I would have done some cleaning anyways in my room, cause that's what I do Sundays--maybe the dishes, that I would do laundry at some point in the day, and depending on my mood and the mood of the weather perhaps take some photographs.

The blessing of having my routing completely thrown out of order lies in the fact that because of the haste of my morning I didn't have any time to appropriately think about my plans for the days after waking up, since I hadn't yet thought about them in detail.

My sole goal was to get things in order, and help make the showing of the apt. go smoothly. Which I thought went well, I hope the situation works cause it seems to be a perfect fit, but more on that later. So once that was over, my mind was completely blank with no task lined up to follow.

So I sat down for a bit, had some tea and just let my mind rest and clear itself out for a while. I grabbed my book (at the moment, Wicked) and just read for probably near 2 1/2 to 3 hours. Of course escaping from my own life for just a while had seemed to work wonders for the moment, but once my mind began drifting back to the fringes of the present, and I reached a reasonable stopping point, I returned from the land of Oz and back into my little brown chair in the corner, with my tea and coffee table in front of me.

Then I was ready to finally be up and about. I figured I would leave the apartment, maybe go check my e-mail and work schedule and grab some change for laundry, not making any further plans then that. And while I was driving in my car I finally realized how at peace I feel today.

Maybe it was the break for my mind from having to think immediately after becoming conscious from it's nightly hibernation, by having tasks thrust in the way without time to comprehend them, or by escaping into another realm for extended break before having to deal with the day at hand.

Maybe it's the fact that the weather is so different today, that today really does feel out of the norm. It's almost like the first day of winter here. It's not terribly cold, a bit chilly. Overcast. As close to a winter day as it could be, without rain and dark skies.

Maybe it was The Beauty and The Tragedy, a cd I'd for so long forgotten, singing me wonderfully written tales of life and love in such an uplifting perspective through the speakers of my car stereo.

Whatever due to any of these, in a nice adjustment from my days of late (all seeming to blur into one another) today seems distinctly separate. As if the world (or my world at least) has decided to rest on pause for a short while. And though most likely my daily regement and pace will pick up where left off tommorrow morning, for today I'm simply enjoying "pause".

Sure, I will still get some tasks accomplished, some photography, write a paper...but I don't feel any pressure weighing me down from these tasks, and certainly no rush.

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