Is it Thursday already?

So I'm back from my fling with doing nuttin'. I had fun, but there are limits to how long even I can sustain lazy without sliding into darker places like, say, depressed. Though I feel oddly light and guilt-free about this break from getting stuff done, perhaps because during it all I continued to have a raging sore throat, hacking cough, and enough mucus exiting my nose to...well, I won't finish that thought. A lot of mucus.

And I must confess, in case I have overstated my capacity for suspending all activity, that I didn't only stare into space (itself, of course, an activity of the highest order) for two and a half days, but also managed to watch much of the season of "Heroes" online. There's a post brewing about this experience, though it will have to wait until I attend to all the more pressing matters I've been stubbornly ignoring.

Now I'm off to make a list!

Edited to add: Do I diminish the value of my experience any further by also admitting (so that you don't think I'm a callous parent/spouse) that my laziness was pretty much confined to preschool hours? I did manage to feed, clothe, read to, play with, and bathe my daughter during the other hours of the day. But I have no guilt about being otherwise lazy. Really.