A Day With No Design
The joy of goofing off. The dread of unstructured time.
The weekend is upon us again. I know that today is Friday, but I can still feel it. I can feel the creeping presence of unstructured time. What will I do this weekend? Noodle my tax return? Plot my recovery from a broken rebounder? Work on a spreadsheet that I use to track school attendance for my girls? I know I will spend time on the phone talking with friends and family. I’ll read a book. I’ll write a short story.