As a retiree, I have trouble keeping track of days of the week, time of day, and the minutaie of everyday life. Over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, I had a text wishing me a wonderful holiday and had to ask the person sending the well-wishes who it was. It was my oldest younger sister, Ouch.
Anyway. New month, new me, well, not really, but you know what I mean.
I sprang out of bed this morning at not nearly the crack of dawn (I spent decades getting up in the wee small hours convinced that whoever it was I was working for at the time would collapse if mine wasn't the first car in the lot in the morning and the last one at night. Such a dope.), checked my blood sugar and my blood pressure, then took all my morning meds (it's a full handful in case you were curious).
I then got ready to do nothing. Not close to nothing, Not nearly nothing, but absolutely nothing while waiting for lunch. Well, except for reading this.
Don't know about you, but I never realized how arduous time wasting could be unless you practice. The trouble with doing nothing or close to nothing is figuring out when you're finished.
-bill kenny
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