Day Off

I had a day to myself. Sam went into the office. I took the dogs for a walk early. I bought a muffin. I drink 6 cups of coffee, one cup with the muffin. I lay on the couch after that. The bulldogs cuddled up. The sun shone outside. It was a gorgeous day. I ate leftover pork belly for lunch. I went and did grocery shopping, chicken and salad and eggs, as Sam was in the office. The day shone outside, bright and sparkly. I like spending a day on my own from time to time. I never get bored on my own. I didn't write. I told myself to write. Good thing I have another day off tomorrow.

Once I get on that couch, and stretch out, and there is no one to tell me otherwise, writing, nyr. Just relax, there is always tomorrow. Out the window. I was going to do what? I can't remember. Who cares. All my lazy senses kick in, don't you worry about that. Big stretch. Fuck everything. Ha ha.

There's a part of me that just wants to do nothing for the rest of my life, and there is the other part of me that fights that.