Another empty day. I shouldn't mind, and in fact, I don't -- I can easily enjoy myself in front of a computer screen for eight hours at a time -- but I feel as though I should. I feel as though I am not "living life to the fullest" if I just meander along and do nothing for eight hours. So I am feeling guilty for not feeling guilty for not accomplishing anything. I should be writing my novel! Or -- letters to people! Or running my own computer business or SOMETHING. Instead of merely allowing time to pass me by.
In any case.
I went to see Heather last night -- my friend from Prairie with the houseful of foster and adopted children (and several of her own body as well.) I went specifically to listen to her talk, because her 22 year old son had recently killed himself.
Joe is 22.
And I am going to see Julieann, my second cousin once removed this evening! Am just killing time (the death of more time!) before heading over there. Have peaches for grilling (she is a non-gluten eater) and some Nebbiolo.
And! I got a beautiful blue single hide-a-bed sofa! This past Saturday as ever was. I found it, negotiated with the people to deliver it to my living room, moved the furniture around in there to accommodate it, and I love it! It is beautiful and perfect and will make my next batch of company so much easier!