Why do I persist in thinking I am going to get anything done on a Sunday? I am clearly not, and then I just feel bad about myself. Can’t I just embrace the uselessness and enjoy the day?
I interrupt my Sunday festivities to make my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, and I lead off with my Facebook post from earlier. I did not quite embrace my uselessness, unfortunately, but I am striving to enjoy the day.
Regarding usefulness, I did one load of laundry, the dishes (there were not that many, for which I was grateful), grocery shopped, chopped vegetables and made a salad for the upcoming week’s lunches, and I am in the midst of cooking what promises to be a delicious dinner (if I do say so myself). I am cooking with wine, by the way, and have not put any in the food.
As a matter of fact, I need to go out to the kitchen, stir and add other ingredients, so I’d better blog quickly. I must confess, I do enjoy these off the cuff posts. It is fun to sit here, typing away, and know that I will probably amuse somebody somewhere (OK, I suppose sometimes it is only myself; you don’t have to disillusion me) (you know who you are). It doesn’t always work, you know. Sometimes I start typing, then I erase it, then I say to hell with it, I’ll blog later (I think “blog” is a funny verb, don’t you?) (oh, YOU probably never have) (once again, you know who you are).
OK, what do we have here so far? Some silliness, a couple of parenthetical comments, over 200 words. I’d say that’s about par for the course for me. I’m going to hit publish and call it a day. For one reason, Steven just stirred dinner and it is time to add more ingredients. Happy Sunday, everyone.