I've spent an awful lot of time since I quit drinking thinking about the time I've wasted.
Time that I can't even remember. Time feeling 'under par'. Time squandered endlessly planning, and waiting for, the next drinking opportunity.
Because of this, and my recent brush with mortality, I've spent the last few months desperately trying to shovel as much into each day as I can - to carpe diem.
But today, in Cornwall, it's raining. Not cats and dogs, but a steady drizzle, a fine mist, like God's own giant Evian spritzer.
(Note that, in the same way that Eskimos have hundreds of words for 'snow', we Brits have many and varied ways to describe 'rain'.)
So I looked out of the window at the crashing waves and persistent precipitation and.....went back to bed with the newspaper.
The husband came in, took one look at me, and muttered "what's the opposite of 'carpe'?"
But the truth is that sometimes seizing the day means seizing the opportunity to do absolutely bugger all.
Love SM x