Indulgence

Sitting on the deck. Cold beer. Sunshine. I'm taking a break.

There was a time when I would have said this was a guilty indulgence.

I was sitting in our home office, feeling that slight burning sensation in my shoulders as the muscles in my shoulders started to tie themselves in knots. I have a special talent for tying myself in knots. It was a productive morning and I had been at the desk since 7am.

Summer is waning. Soon we'll be clearing snow off of the deck rather than basking in the sunshine.

Is this an indulgence? Yes, but it is earned. And fleeting.