"February is the season of small sorrows when everyone feels middle-aged even if you are 16" - Garrison Keillor
So, if how I spent my precious free time here on earth last weekend is any indication, I need something to occupy my idle hands. Something beyond clutching the remote in one hand and scratching my ass with the other (I'm a rightie).
I know people who happily fill every second of their day with appointments, work, workouts, volunteering, a quick manicure, offspring, producing community theater and driving for meals-on-wheels.
I have never been, nor will ever be, that person. I laugh at that person.
Sucker! I slept ten hours last night (actually, 8-1/2, but I laid in bed for a while for no good reason), spent an hour watching "Ellen", ate a leisurely breakfast, worked out (but only after a cup of caffeine and not every day), then showered but didn't wash my hair. Then, I'll work for 6-8 hours, go home, watch t.v. a bit & go to bed by 11:30 so as not to miss out on my daily 9-10 hrs. of zzzs.
The joy of sloth aside, I need a little more. But only a little.
So, I have decided that I will do one thing each week that is new to me, and will make people say, "That Whiskeymarie, what an interesting girl! How does she ever find time to lead a Girl Scout troop, make needlepoint pillows for her friends, create art from discarded ink cartridges AND run for Congress? She's a real go-getter."
Go-getting or not, this week I think I'll start with the needlepoint, or something only slightly more challenging- we're talking baby steps here, people. No need to get crazy.
I'll keep you posted, unless I oversleep & forget.