This would have been a perfect day to get something done. All those small but important tasks that pile up during the week are ripe for the doing on a lazy Saturday. I actually thought about doing them. I had a feeling I should do them.

As usual, I blinked and the feeling went away. I find that if you blink long enough and hard enough, you can sometimes find yourself in the middle of an unexpected nap, which is the best substitute for "doing something" that I can think of.

So no weeds got pulled, the rug didn't get vacuumed, the bills didn't get paid. The list of what I didn't do today could fill a legal-sized to-do list. On both sides, probably, if I were willing to take that much time to think about it. I might have to double-space, though, since I'm not all that ambitious. Obviously.

If I use the hot weather as an excuse to do nothing on a Saturday, I'd feel guilty using it as an excuse on weekdays as well. Or maybe I wouldn't, but I don't want to take the chance of muddying the waters. The heat was a factor today, but if I'd wanted to dust or do laundry or catch up on my filing, the heat wouldn't have stopped me.

It was pretty hot today, though.

I'm not sure why I think all this makes today different from any other lazy Saturday, except that I do have things to do and I did think about doing them. Thank goodness I was able to get over it before I exerted myself.

I did type a few pages that the Boss asked for, but I spent the whole day doing them. Well, no. I spent about five minutes doing them, and then I spent the rest of the day waiting to fax them back to him. There's no use encouraging him to expect me to work on a Saturday (even though I always do it, and he doesn't need any encouragement).