Is Sunday really a day of rest? I set out with that intention in mind this morning. I really do hate working over the weekend.

My son, Aidan, and I took a nice, breezy stroll to Starbucks, where he flirted with the associate and I drank an iced white chocolate mocha and sipped ice water (to feel “healthier”).

Then we came back. Since then, I’ve been cleaning up a client’s website, cleaning up my own new website, going back and forth between Biznik and email, and contemplating my work for this week. I somehow also found time to clean out Aidan’s dresser of all of his baby clothes and fold them and pack them away.

I also made a lovely Tilapia lunch and just put chicken and dumplings in the oven for dinner.

And I’ve already decided that I’m going to play catch-up “in advance” and finish up some work for existing clients tonight, so I have time for new clients that I expect to land this week.

Still, I find rest in this. I find this Sunday, even though it is busy, somehow peaceful and restful. How can that be?