So. Norman is out of town. A is at Sunday School. I’m home alone in a quiet house thinking hard about what my “white space” time should be. So far, the only appealing option is a bath. And at the same time, I’m not really in the mood to get all hot and wrinkly and then get dressed to pick up the kidlet. Maybe tonight.
I’m mentally walking through the house wondering what I could engage in. No Xbox (since we got the red circle of death about an hour ago), no Wii, no movies, no TV, no cleaning up. No cooking, no baking, no cook book reading, no cleaning up. There isn’t anything to do in the dining room but eat or do work. Lay on the couch and listen to music … maybe, but no cleaning up. My office is a more organized disarray than last week, but no desire to sit in there for anything, no cleaning up. So here I am in the bedroom writing a blog entry because I don’t want to sleep, read or clean up.
I have a lot of trouble sitting still to do nothing. I can sit still. As long as I’m engaged in some activity or brain function. I’m not good at sitting still in silence. But – who the hell would be?! My mind races and my body feels guilty for not doing. Doesn’t help that I feel lousy and doing my best to fight off a cold.
My original plan was to go to the gym while A was at school. Perhaps sit in the hot tub for as long as I could stand it. Feeling crummy, didn’t see that as a wise move. Not with holidays and pending trip back East.
So I’m here. At my writing desk. Wondering what the hell to do. I started writing this up thinking I could find the inspiration to fill up that white space. My brain keeps coming back to laying on the bed. Let’s see, I’ll try some reading, maybe an episode of Bones. I do promise not to clean up.