Sunday,
January 27, 2002

Bustling on a Sunday afternoon. . .kinda

Lyndon's working this weekend, so I have the house to myself from 8:00 AM to 6:00 PM. What am I doing with such unexpected largesse, you ask? Am I cleaning the place from top to bottom? Am I hammering out the Great American Science Fiction novel? Am I inviting writers over for a literary salon?

Um, well, I did do some work on POP. And I vacuumed the bedroom and bathroom earlier. Apart from that, though, I'm pretty much planted in a nice sunshiny patch on the couch, quilting. After that, I may put in some time on the dollhouse. Or I may watch TV. Or go browse at the antique mall.

I dunno -- it's a beautiful day, but I just don't feel all that motivated to do anything. Of course, the nice thing is that I don't feel guilty about not feeling motivated -- the place is relatively clean, I got "I Play Dead" in the mail on Friday and "Bartok and the Unicorn" off via email yesterday, so I might as well enjoy a little bit of non-scheduled down time while I have it.

And today is a really nice day for non-scheduled down time -- it's somewhere in the upper 60's in the DFW area, with tons of sunshine predicted until the middle of next week.There's a certain hedonistic pleasure in turning off the TV, turning on the radio, opening all the blinds, flooding the living room with light, and stretching out on the couch with a book in the full and certain knowledge that nobody is going to call me with familial emergencies, come through and make a sandwich, ask me if I'd seen a particular bill/receipt/badge/whatever, or generally try to interact with me.

What can I say -- I love people, but I also really like being alone. And speaking of that, I really should take advantage of it. Later, taters!