Saturday October 1, 2005
“I don’t feel like doing house-cleaning today, Dolly,” I said. “I think I’ll leave it to tomorrow.”
“Thank you. Didn’t expect approval but that’ll do.”
“You said it, girl.”
So house-cleaning is what I didn’t do today. It’s ok. The viewer doesn’t turn up until 3:30 in the afternoon tomorrow and that will give me plenty of time to do the necessary.
What I did do was mooch, flitting from inclination to inclination—it’d be wrong to describe the things I did as tasks—and to spend long intervals jes’ sittin’.
Oh, hell, I don’t need to justify myself, not even to myself. I claim this idle interlude as a pensioner’s privilege.