Wind blowing through my sails, it feels like I'm gone.

[leahbobet]

Normally, on a Labour Day long weekend, this post would contain a public accountability list: especially since the temperature's dropped like a rock today, and everything is crisp and cool and putting me in mind of roasting a chicken and wearing sweaters and wristwarmers everywhere I go. Thing is -- and I don't know if this is a side effect of getting rid of half of what I owned, or embracing the philosophy of maintenance cleaning (if I clean it while it's just a little gross, it won't get really gross!) or just finally being rid of forced-air heating that blows dust everywhere -- I don't really have all that much I need to be doing.

No, really. My primary responsibilities this weekend are to drink lots of tea, do a little cooking so my farmshare veggies don't go bad, and work on the edit letter for Above. That's about it. I do have to do a few little things like returning the empty milk bottles, but those really hardly count.

All this freedom is giddy and terrifying. *g*

Comments

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

I dunno: if I had a Changeling, I'd probably be happy just to get some sleep. :p

[wirewalking.livejournal.com]

Sleep. Yes. I have a vague nostalgia for that.