It’s been a long time since I was able to take a day off and really relax. I credit Ann Cleeve’s lastest Vera Stanhope mystery, The Darkest Evening for getting me to sit for hours in the wicker rocking chair, the dogs at my side, by the woodstove and read.
I don’t usually read mysteries, but Jon had just finished the book and I love the Vera character from the TV series, so I thought I’d give it a try.
And it worked.
I have a hard time relaxing at home, I think partly because it’s where my work. But also because there are always so many things I want to get done around the house on the weekends.
It does help when it’s cold outside and the woodstoves inside are so inviting. I actually pretended I was at a Bed and Breakfast somewhere far from home. And then it only took reading a few pages in Cleeve’s mystery to bring me even further away to the Brockburn Estate in Northumberland, England.
I plan to go back again this afternoon.