Living the dream, what day is it?

Yes, it's happened, and so quickly too: yesterday morning when I woke up at the genius hour of 7am, I realized I had absolutely no idea what day of the week it was. Natch, I knew where I was, in my own cozy fantastic bed (new 400-count sheets, loving them) with its view of the back-end of the garden, of the corner-formerly-known-as-pond.
But what day it was? Absolutely no idea.
And that is something so sweet, something I've barely ever achieved even on vacation, since I generally spend my vacations in a blur of plans and schedules and must-see-this & must-go-there, highlighted passages of guidebooks and extensive To Do lists.
Eew.
Not knowing what day it is ranks up there with I don't know what else (you tell me), as an indicator of relaxation.
Which is what livin' the dream is apparently all about: resting, taking it easy, moving slowly, waking up and smelling the roses (coffee, too!), without even knowing what day it is.
So now that I've converted a basket full of kale into salty, olive-oil chip-goodness, it's time to go back outside and plant some more food to eat later in the summer. Yesterday I planted sesame seeds (first time), since Joe had this fantastic idea that we should grow our own sesame seeds, then make candy out of them with our own delicious honey (such a great idea), and lettuce. Today it's wasabi mustard greens and more basil, since a person can never have too much basil, ever. And I'll be transplanting some peppers into bigger pots before we transition them into Bed #4 when the poppies are good and done.
In short, it's another peaceful, quiet day in my country-mouse existence, waiting for racer Joe to be back from wherever it is in the great state of California that he's speeding around on his bike today, harvesting, baking and planting more food so as to augment and prolong this little pastoral dream we live in.
Super sweet. Even though I didn't know it at first, this is a perfect Sunday. Perfect.
XX
great garage sale find: $5 basket, worth way more :)
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