So many things claim my attention. Work to do, errands and tasks around the house, projects that I want to work on. A seething mass of things to do awaits me every time I stop doing something.

On the other hand, there is that glorious sunshine coming in the windows. I could lay down on the floor in the sun and bask. There is no other word for it.

Work or bask? Bask or work? No contest. Picture me flat on my back, eyes closed to the brightness, arms wide. Picture the stress leaking out of my extremities, puffing away in little clouds of steam.