Today is the rarest of days in which I have no plans. Nothing! I don’t have to be anywhere, I don’t have to see anyone, and there is nothing super-pressing on the horizon. I’m relaxing. I took a very long walk with my dog, I’m not wearing a bra or make-up. I’m listening to some classic weekend albums. It’s great.
Now, of course, I never rest. It’s so hard for my brain to take a break. What could I be doing? Writing the screenplay, updating my resume, working on a graphic project, scrubbing the floorboards, etc, etc, etc….
I’m going to do some of those things today, but not all of them.
Maybe all of them. It’s only 1:30 in the afternoon, after all.
…shit, now I feel guilty for wasting away on the couch.