time spent resting is not time wasted

I generally have a list of things to accomplish on my weekends... this weekend I did not. I painted awhile, talked to my sister, did some laundry, and got creative with my remaining groceries since I can't replenish until this Friday's paycheck. In the way of accomplishment, there was little to none. But as I lay here on a Sunday night with my dog's head resting on my ankle, I can't bring myself to feel as though the weekend was wasted. I feel better rested than I have in awhile, and I got to think a lot about my current spiritual state. This weekend was good. Restful. A two-day Sabbath.