The last time I had a 4-day weekend I was super-productive. This time, I’ve been a total slug. A super slug! I HAVE done laundry, because you pretty much can’t NOT do laundry when you’re a family of four, but otherwise? I’ve read and read and read and slept in and watched all of season 3 of The Big Bang Theory and gone for walks and sat on the porch and sat on the trampoline and done nothing much of note. Sometimes the slug just beats the bee.
It seems to be harder and harder to find things to write about here, right now. I don’t seem to have any motivation to sit at the computer and update my status anywhere or write about anything. The sky is a bright blue with soft feathery clouds crossing it, and the birch leaves are shimmering like silver in the breeze. Butterflies are busy as are the big bumblebees but not me. I could be cleaning the bathroom. I could be going grocery shopping. I could be vacuuming the house and I may yet. But for now, I think I shall take my book and a tall glass of ice water and dangle my bare toes off the end of the lounge chair on the porch before I go for a walk in an hour or so.
There’s nothing better than a super-productive 4-day weekend…unless it’s one like this.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment. — Jane Austen