I’m back. Today is the first Monday of my return. While workers scurry into their cars or onto the train, I lie in bed and wonder about the day. I rather avoid doing anything. What am I supposed to do?
I can start with errands. There be laundry to wash, books on CD to mail back to brother Ray, a bookcase to reorganize, and rent to pay. What will happen when I run out of errands?
I can then work on projects. There be an icosahedron to assemble for an upcoming party, Platonic Solids’ indoskeletons to fabricate, and an art grant to write.
I also have the regular business of the day. There be a journal to write, meditation to sit, exercise to run, and thoughtfulness to contemplate.
I already worry that these indolent days will float by. I’m supposed to do great things!