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?
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 having down in long tendrils. More than tendrils, to be completely correct. Like many arms of an octopus having off the wall. It was all full of dirt too, as mostly I was cutting them off above my head and they were raining down shit 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, 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.
I’m listening to Janis Joplin Live at the Carousel Ballroom 1968. The bulldogs trotted along like 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.
