I didn’t work in the garden yesterday. I didn’t go to Lincoln. I didn’t even go to a dinner.
I read.
I sat on the couch and read. Then I played on the computer a little. Then I read some more. It felt a little weird, but it was at the same time glorious. I got a little more than a third of the way through my book. I don’t really like it. Lloyd asked me last night if I was someone who had to finish a book once I started it.
Yes. Yes I am.
I should be done in two more days anyway, right?
…..not many pictures, eh?
Lloyd, in answer to your question … No. No I’m not!
Great, I don’t remember the question anymore. Does anyone remember? Was it, “Are you capable of human emotions?”
No takers. Huh. I thought that would be a fun game.
Why did your opening paragraph remind me of one of the Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything songs? Was this intentional or just serendipitous (I paid a lot for that word so I’m going to use it)?
Oh, I didn’t go to Lincoln
and I wasn’t in the garden
but I did stay in and read a (bad) book
sitting on the couch
And tomorrow I’ll keep reading
‘Cuz my OCD compels me
Keep on sitting ’till my gut grows a big pouch”
[Apologies to Larry, Bob, Junior Asparagus, et alia…]
A day of doing nothing – THAT’S a true vacation day! (Reading is actually doing something, but you know what I mean.)
Did you really lie so that your head was on the flower pillow and unable to see the TV? Because that’s just wrong.
When I was here (reading through stacks of papers), the t.v. was off and it was quiet. Weird. Peaceful, but weird.
Yay for doing nothing!! I think you more than deserve it!
I’ve been doing alot of nothing…but I skipped doing alot of something to be worthy of the nothing. 🙁
stranger…your email?
What are you reading, Brad? (So I can skip it.)