It’s been rainy and dreary all day. I’m loving The Polar Vortex in July.
I did nothing today. I would say “absolutely nothing” except I installed a new roll of paper towel in the kitchen.
I gave myself permission early on to do nothing today. Generally, when I do this, I get all sorts of things done. I’m just perverse that way.
But not today. I have been the very definition of a couch potato. I read a little. I slept a little. I stalked folks on Facebook. I danced with the dog. I ate comfort food (and didn’t clean the kitchen). I drank two pots of coffee. I have been worthless.
I think there’s something to be said for taking a day off now and again. My life has been such that there’s been no end of things needing to be done for decades. Periodically, I do sit around and do nothing, but I feel antsy and guilty and jittery about it. Not today.
Today I wallowed in my inertia. Savored it. Provided a background of Mozart and a scented coconut candle to enhance it. I’m still in my pajamas at a quarter to eight. I haven’t brushed my hair or made the bed. I have done nothing save unwrap a roll of paper towel and hang it on the wall.
My body is pulsing with endorphins of goodness. I am blissfully happy with my no good self. I hope your Saturday was just as rewarding.
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I have been listening to dr cujo for a change..I have been taking it easy..which is me sitting with either book or laptop in my lap..both of them sharing my lap with Dexter..I am good at this..hell I rule at this..except ai have to give Dexter a bath, and I know I’m going to be scratched and bit by the little bastid..