“What would you do with a free afternoon?”
We wax philosophically with each other.
“Read a book.”
“Take a bath, or maybe a nap.”
“I could get that corner cleaned up. It’s been nagging at me for a while.”
“I would watch what I want, without worry of interruption.”
“I could solve the world’s problems in one afternoon.”
Yet, here I am, without a thing needing done or another person around and I’m bouncing from one thing to the next. Nothing is being accomplished. I’m just flittering about.
I guess I’m preparing for rest. Getting it all in order. Getting me in order. With any luck I’ll get settled long before anyone returns. I’ll feel refreshed and ready for reality.