Yesterday I wrote that my husband and I were getting bored waiting for winter to go.
When I went to bed last night I snuggled down in clean sheets with a full belly, a warm little home, my health, no debts and no threats to my life due to my beliefs or opinions. I have access to books and knowledge and medical help should I need it, and I had a loving husband who has never even raised his voice to me.
As I lay there I felt convicted that I had no right to say I was bored, and that I should be thankful for the ennui that I am currently experiencing. Would I want the opposite?
Looking for somewhere to sleep, trying to keep warm, to wonder what I could find to eat tomorrow. To be hounded because of my religion or political beliefs or to be considered almost less than human because I am female. To be denied education or medical help and to be at the whim and domination of an abusive husband.
Today I decided to be proactive with the tedium and emptied all my kitchen cabinets and wiped them down. Cleaning out drawers and sorting out stuff I don't need to keep. Tomorrow I plan to pull out the stove and fridge and clean behind them. So I am starting spring cleaning early. I usually wait until we stop using the wood stove, as it creates a lot of dust, but if I do it now I will have more time when the snow goes to mess about outside.