There were points in the day today where, had someone wandered in to check upon my well-being, they would have just tossed a sheet over me. I reached new heights in slothdom. There was a great deal of lolling about and maintaining a fixed gaze. I lost hours.
That's not to say that nothing got done. There were little micro-bursts of energy. I fed the AeroGarden because the little light was blinking and it was distracting me from the staring. I ventured out to the grocery store because I was out of Mountain Dew and this is an unacceptable state of being as far as I'm concerned. I made the Big, Fluffy Kitty walk in a circle and sit in order that she might earn her daily dose of Greenies. (I am pretending that I have taught her a "trick" and she is very kindly preserving this little bit of fiction for me...) I did a thorough examination of the inside of my eyelids for cracks or other imperfections whilst I took my afternoon nap. I worked diligently at disposing of the leftover desserts from yesterday's family cook-out. Stuff got done.
But there was a certain "random" element to it all. Very little in the way of structure or organization. Tomorrow, I suppose I shall awaken and look upon what I have done and realize that it was really all about creating more household chores as none of it makes any real sense. But, after a week of Gotta Do's, it was kind of nice to have a day of Wanna Do's.
What can I say? I'm a fan of doing what I wanna...
This is probably why I haven't knit upon the Plastic Bag Knit Out Of Plastic Bags today. I just didn't wanna. If it was going to be a random sort of day, filled with the types of tasks that just make more of a mess for later, then it made sense to start a new project. So, while I watched Diary Of The Dead, I cast on for a little something different.
Note: I am not linking to DOTD. It is not good. Not good at all. About the only thing they got right was the part where the zombies are slow. The general trend of this series has been for the walking dead to do much less of the walking and far more of the scampering. Which makes no sense whatsoever since necrotic flesh is not really conducive to great speed and cat-like reflexes. I don't care how much you are craving the taste of living flesh. If the blood ain't pumpin', then the corpse ain't jumpin'. I stand by this theory.
While I shook my head in sadness at this particular installment in the collection of Dead Man Walking movies, I wound up a center-pull ball of my own handspun and broke out my copy of Last Minute Knitted Gifts. Working on the oh-so-simple Airy Scarf was a nice diversion from it all.
And was very much in keeping with my less than motivated state today.
The appeal of this project is really more about the yarn than anything else. Back when I had the will to actually do something, I managed to spin laceweight. It is rather satisfying to knit with your own laceweight. I have to admit that, when I was capable of more than just being a lifeless sort of lump, I kind of chuckled smugly. Just a little bit, mind you. But there was smugness. I'm not proud of it. But I am kind of proud of the yarn...
So that's really all I have for you today. I kind of feel like there should be a bit more. I did, after all, have a whole day to myself and all the time in the world to aspire to greatness. But, unless you happen to think that not moving except to inhale and exhale periodically is rather magnificent, then I fear I shall disappoint.
The good news is that it is a long weekend and that I have tomorrow off. Maybe I'll find the will to impress then. I also have Tuesday off as I've taken a personal day so that the Condo Association's scheduled hot water heater inspections can be done. That's a whole extra day with which to work.
And, after today, I should be pretty well-rested...