The Day of Nothing
Jul. 13th, 2009 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abracanabraYesterday, I did nothing.
Nada. Zip. Zilch. No obligations. No appointments. No mandatory social events. No conventions. No family visits. No conventions. No photo gigs or uploads or edits. No writing or editing projects. No physical therapy exercises. No crossing off items from the to-do list. No household cleaning projects. Well, okay, I take that last one back--I did laundry and dishes. But those daily tasks are more like showering: it doesn't count as an effort unless things are really bad.
Yesterday, I did nothing, and it was blissful.
I slept in late, and read two favorite books, and watched some TV. I cooked pflintzen (Russian pancakes) for breakfast, and we scrounged leftovers for lunch and dinner. I petted the cats. I lounged outside in the hammock and watched Phil figure out what was going on with some of the house's--trim, I guess you'd call it. I had a couple of drinks and ate chocolates. Eventually, I bestirred myself enough to fold laundry and mend a shirt--but not because I had to.
Nada. Zip. Zilch. No obligations. No appointments. No mandatory social events. No conventions. No family visits. No conventions. No photo gigs or uploads or edits. No writing or editing projects. No physical therapy exercises. No crossing off items from the to-do list. No household cleaning projects. Well, okay, I take that last one back--I did laundry and dishes. But those daily tasks are more like showering: it doesn't count as an effort unless things are really bad.
Yesterday, I did nothing, and it was blissful.
I slept in late, and read two favorite books, and watched some TV. I cooked pflintzen (Russian pancakes) for breakfast, and we scrounged leftovers for lunch and dinner. I petted the cats. I lounged outside in the hammock and watched Phil figure out what was going on with some of the house's--trim, I guess you'd call it. I had a couple of drinks and ate chocolates. Eventually, I bestirred myself enough to fold laundry and mend a shirt--but not because I had to.
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Date: 2009-07-20 09:24 pm (UTC)