Today, I puttered.
I worked a bit on de-cluttering my houseplant stuff: pots, trays, different kinds of potting soil, tools, vases. I worked a bit in my office, sorting through and consolidating old files, weeding out books I don’t want to read again. I read some fiction, and some non-fiction. I sang. I walked the neighborhood with my camera. I kitty-fished with my three cats, and cuddled them in the big recliner chair in front of a roaring fire, with Handel, Vivaldi and Bach playing in the background. I napped.
When I mentioned to a friend that I had wasted a whole day, he reminded me of his favorite Bertrand Russell quotation:
“The time you enjoy wasting isn’t wasted time.”
I felt much better!
