Some entries are written to tell you what's happening to me. Others are written just so no one has to wonder what happened to me. This was such a low-key Sunday that I really have nothing to tell. I spent most of it on the couch, alternately reading and sleeping. I can't think of anything that would have been more satisfying, on this particular Sunday.

That's not to say this is the way I'd choose to spend every day. In fact, I'd have to say the opportunity comes up just often enough. There's some kind of karmic effect working here, that keeps it from being too much of a good thing. It helps that I'm not easily bored, too. I can entertain myself in the most mundane ways, and I think I proved it today by hardly moving at all.

One thing I know for sure. If I hadn't needed sleep, I wouldn't have taken two long naps this afternoon. Almost three, in fact, but my book kept me awake the last time, until it got too dark to read. I know I could have turned on a light, but I see so much better by natural light. I don't usually get much reading done between the time the sun sets and the time I fall into bed. That's another reason I prefer summer to winter.

You can call this a place holder entry if you want, but that's really pretty much all there is to my day. I didn't even get the Sunday paper or turn on the news. I guess I could talk about what I'm reading (The Glass Lake, by Maeve Binchy), but I'm less than halfway through it. It took me 200 pages to figure out what was being set up, but that still leaves me more than 500 pages to savor the way the characters interact, once the relationships are established.

I could talk about the baseball games I watched, but you don't want to hear that. I did do a lot better in this week's football pool, but that's only because it was an easy week to pick. Nearly all the teams that were supposed to win did so, for the first time all season. Some people try to pick teams they don't think anyone else will pick, to get an advantage. I always go through the games and try to decide who I think will actually win. I've been wrong a lot so far this year.

As for the Emmys, my opinion is that there are a lot of celebrities who aren't half as funny as they think they are. And there are plenty of writers who aren't even that funny. Conan did a decent job as host tonight, but where were the montages and tributes? I watch award shows for the clips.

What I didn't do today was one lick of work. I spent most of yesterday working, and with another Monday looming, I think a day of rest serves me better than another day grinding out spreadsheets. Anyway, that's how I justify spending the day doing more sleeping than I typically do during an entire night.

Oh, and I spent a little time watching the live feed of Big Brother, but since there are only two people left in the house, the conversation tends to be a little repetitive. Even though they are both lovely women, I spent less time watching today than I have the whole time I've been connecting to them.