Another rare day off, squandered, as it were, in the pursuit of trivial errands.
It's hard, impossible, even, to go out in this, in part the weather, cold and practically winter but without the snow, in part the NE neighborhood that's so bleak it forbids all reasonable exploration, eventually, after much internal wrangling and bargaining I set out.
Now they're trivial, small errands, thrift shops, deposit cheques in bank, dollar store, print off 150 pages of notes to be seriously edited and reorganized, reshaped, I'm not in the mood.
Things get done, and I'm surprised that I scratch any number of things off of my list. And, in addition, I find a fine pair of Georgian Candlesticks (antique, Brass, similar, but not exactly, to a hundred other pairs I have in boxes in the basement), some gaudy "Jesus" ties for a collegue at work - baby Jesus and Joseph, Jesus and John the Baptist, Various scenes from the crucifixion, an excellent gift, a pair of spare work shoes, razor blades, other trifles.
Then home, a much anticipated nap interrupted by an automated call from telus to ensure that I've received my yellow pages in good order. I answer, only because I don't want them calling back. Received and recycled, thank you very much, who uses these anyways?
Now it's late, and I'm starving having neglected to go forage for food in the afternoon, the fridge (predictably) is either a) Empty or b) filled with rotting vegetables.
I don't want to check.
Too lazy to shave and take a shower I abandon plans for a healthy dinner and head up to the neighborhood pub.
It's so bleak. This is a heavy price for laziness, too heavy, I really should have showered, gone further afield, there are much better places to grab a bite to eat....
Home, it's dark, early, the cats rubbing my leg, I've done the recycling, garbage, now time for a movie, "Hobo with a Shotgun", as recommended to me by the Nephew at work. Exactly as I would have imagined, somehow not the inspiration I needed (and where did he get all those shotgun shells? Did he have to buy them? The movie doesn't explain...), some surfing online, there's the printed pages to be gone through and edited, reshaped, this I will do in the office, take my writing off the computer and see if it doesn't somehow improve or make better progress.
Now to work.