I didn't have any major plans, not even a little trip. Still, I thought I would do something interesting this week – go to a museum and see something new, or work on a painting, or even just get cracking on a good book or two. Maybe deep clean part of the house. But no. I picked up some extra hours at RHA and watched some TV and somehow this week just got frittered away.
I feel like there's some terrible, ominous life lesson in that.