Welcome to My Introvert Day

My life of late has been insane, in all kinds of good ways.  Each day holds a variety of places to be and things to do and people to be with.  If you can relate, then you can probably easily imagine my surprise when I looked at my date book yesterday and realized that:

MY SATURDAY WAS COMPLETELY OPEN.

This was nothing short of miraculous.  I couldn't believe my good fortune.  There was nothing to do but label it "My Introvert Day" and warn my friends: 

My phone may or may not be on.  

I may or may not be available.

I woke up without an alarm.  I spent a few hours on my couch with coffee and God.  I made myself buttermilk pancakes with strawberries for lunch.  I ran a few errands that involved running into no one.  I did my taxes to the accompaniment of some good tunes that I picked myself.  I played a bit of piano.  

Then? It was time to delve into some hard core cooking.

I poured myself some wine, put on some robert plant & alison kraus, and proceeded to make the most ridiculously beautiful pot of new england clam chowder that I have ever laid eyes on, not to mention tasted.

[This is saying a lot, seeing as I have lived in new england, where new england clam chowder abounds.]

I ate it, while watching the food network.  (Sigh.)

I looked at the clock and realized:

I have a whole night stretching ahead of me.

Now, where is my book?