It’s a cliche, but there really aren’t enough hours in a day. I had more weed-burning to do, more plants to repot, more landscaping material to collect. Plus cleaning the fish tanks, and doing laundry, and weeding. I intended to bake a calzone and finish painting my table and finally sort out the massive list of bookmarks on my computer. I was also going to go to the farmer’s market.
Actually, looking at that list, I guess I didn’t do too badly with my (short) long weekend. Saturday was a work day, but I still did 5.5 out of 10. Only one of the fish tanks got cleaned. However, that’s a C+. A passing grade.
And after such heavy blogs over the past couple of days, I just want to stretch out my sore muscles, and plait my newly-washed hair, and dig some old friends out of my CD collection. There’s no point in dwelling on such somber subjects every day.
So this particular guilty pleasure seems fitting. When I hear the music, all my troubles just fade away.
My God, we were all so young…