Idleness
Finally, one of those idle days. It’s the kind of day when one feels life is really worth living… doing absolutely nothing. Sort of. What is it they say? Oh yes, Idle hands are the devil’s best friend. Yo, *does a high five with the devil* what’s up, man?
Rubbish.
I should think that such days are what we work for. Aren’t there times when you think, “Hmm, how would I be when I retire?” and feel a warm breeze that makes you sleepy…
What would I give for a week of days as idle as today?
* a month’s worth of Kleenex
* my pearl earrings
* a week’s worth of lunches
* ahh, chastity? sure…
* make it a month’s worth of idle days and I’d loan my soul to El Diablo over here.