I haven’t stepped outside at all today.

I didn’t get the mail.   I didn’t pet Fluffy.  I just literally didn’t do anything but a little bit of homework here and there.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I expect that I’ll be a bit busy.  But today – it’s nothing.

And the thing about today is that I haven’t felt guilty or even a little crazy about staying in.

I’ve been trying to control myself that I don’t feel like I have to go out to the gym or do something all the time.   While, on the other hand, I need not feel anxious about not doing anything.

I guess it’s kind of living in the moment.  Sort of.   Except the moments are kind of long, unhurried, and don’t involve sweating to the oldies.

May 10th was so lazy that I never finished this.
Don’t think I’m going to.   The day has passed.   So, bleh.