Me? Nada. I didn’t even get the load of laundry I meant to do done (though there’s still time for that, I guess). Best yet, I didn’t even pretend to work — instead, I laid around, read purely for fun, got caught up on Six Feet Under, talked on the phone, and made a lovely dinner. That’s the entirety of my day.
The good news is that it was absolutely beautiful, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
The bad news is… where did it go?
And you?
Unfortunately for my productivity in the near, well, ever, I recently “discovered” Wikipedia — in the sense that I finally gave in and made an account to rewrite an article that had been bugging me. And then, well, there was another article that had problems, and another . . . and suddenly I understand how people rack up thousands of edits in a month. This thing is crack.
I edited an essay I’m working on (the one begun in OmniOutliner). Watered the lawn. Attached feet to an ottoman I bought at Target. Had some friends over for Settler of Catan. Drank from Jim Beam and Coke.
Um, “from” should be “some.” Damned Jim Beam!
I finished a Trollope novel. And started another Trollope novel. And also a 20th century bit of fluff novel (because I should get some proper summer reading in before summer is over).
And went to mass.
And took a nap.
And stayed up late because I took a very long nap.
Apparently the sloth was municipal — I read children’s books all day, and then Special K and I watched *Mallrats* on tv. And I took two naps.
I ran 4.25 miles.
Watched a lot of TV.
Listened to music.
Reinstalled Fedora Core 4.
Read a chapter of Collapse.
Collapsed.