It's piddling down today, wonderful for my friends' garden, not so wonderful when I have to walk two dogs, one of whom is built like a canine sponge, care for the poultry, geese and sheep and make friends with a feline who is very, very particular about the company he keeps.
But, it's interesting, this experience of caring for someone else's home and animals. Difficult to sleep in a strange and small bed with different duvet and pillows, frustrating to shower under a modest dribble of water, sad not to have a player for my yoga and exercise DVDs,
First World problems that make me realise how little there is to complain about.
And it is, I am convinced of this, good to step outside of one's comfort zone and experience new things from time to time. That's why many of us go away on holiday and return refreshed and reinvigorated, and why holiday romances and moving to holiday locations so often fail to satisfy once they start to become everyday and routine.
But it's not necessary to stray too far, a slight change in the daily routine, learning a new skill, meeting new people, trying something different, all count, I think.
I am probably preaching to the converted.
I do wonder if my long sick leave has left me over-cautious and 'comfy'.
I know, from the experiences of others, that serious illness can make a person hesitant and fearful.
Perhaps that's why I feel the need to push myself.
What do you think?