Day of the Sloth

I did absolutely nada yesterday and I'm ok with that. Rilly.

OK, I didn't actually do nothing. I blogged, painted, answered emails, read the news, went to the gym, cleaned house (just a smidgen, mind you – I hate to get carried away with that Domestic Goddess shit , don’cha know) and grocery shopped. I'll have you know, while at the food emporium, I was so damn good. I did NOT buy those glorious frosted shortbread cookies which would taste SO damn good with this morning's wonderful, espresso roast. Yes, it's true – I AM the patron saint of weight loss disciplines.

So then. I wasn’t a complete and total slug.

Still, I didn't have to work – there were no new design jobs and no edits for work in progress crashed my inbox. It felt like I had a surprise day off – mighty welcome and appreciated as last week was on the jam packed side.

What radically indolent action did I get up to? I read in bed with Coco – she’s a big fan of zombie mysteries. What can I say – her tastes are low brow despite the formal attire. I don’t judge.

Apart from that? I went all voyeur on our porch visitors – Rocky the raccoon, Flower the skunk and, of course, Ghost Cat. I watched the light and shadows as the sun traveled over my neighbors beautifully overgrown yard. When Jen came home from work, we sat with a glass ‘o’ the grape and gossiped. Afterward, I came in a painted some more. I’m working on a sunflower headed nude (no pics yet – I’m still, sorta-kinda, at a hell stage).

It was a good, low stress day.

Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.
~ Albert Camus

So Al-babe – yur tellin’ me it’s OK to engage in a bit of the old slothitude as long as I’m not otherwise forgettably blah and unsparkly? K, dude – good to know.

There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want.
~ Bill Watterson

Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.
~ Milan Kundera

 Hah, tell it Bill! Wise words, Mil!

Rocky has left the building.