Friday

I lay on the couch yesterday and did nothing. Really nothing. Absolutely fuck all. Thursday off. I'm suspecting I spent too much time on the couch. 😬 But, what else is life for? I ask you? Time spent on the couch is time well spent, I have always said that.

Oh, I did prune the creeper on our side wall over the pond, which has missed its annual prune for a few years. I did that.

It was hanging down in long tendrils. More than tendrils, to be completely correct. Like many arms of an octopus hanging off the wall. It was all full of dirt too, and as I was mostly cutting them off above my head, they were raining down shit, and debris into my hair. The shower after I was done was very satisfying.

I filled the green bin and the dog pooh bin with the cuttings.

But, after that I lay on the couch, again, and watched YouTube. Mindlessly. Oh yes, I know, wasting my life. I could have been writing a novel, or out marching for climate change, or feeding the poor, or writing a peace manifesto, cleaning up the creeks of the northern suburbs, or graffiting photos of Elon Musk - loony eyes, or his tongue hanging out as he pulls a micro penis, you've got to wonder - or restoring a 65 VW Beetle, or baking bread, learning a new language, or taking part in an interpretive dance ensemble, or going to the gym, as I had scheduled, but I kept thinking about putting that off until tomorrow, which I did successfully, until it was the next day. Ha ha.

Late morning, I take the dogs for a walk. The sky was overcast, the sun stayed behind it. The bulldogs trotted along happily, sniffed about in the undergrowth, and then trotted along again.

I’m listening to Janis Joplin Live at the Carousel Ballroom 1968. The bulldogs were good lads.

There is still the matter of the gym, which I put off from yesterday. Grrrr! Exercise shouldn't be this hard. Should it? I'll go later.

(I did go later, just for the record)