It is unnaturally quiet in my house right now. 5yo is doing some drawings, and 8yo is at swimming practice. My husband works alternating weeks of days and evenings, and this week he's working evenings. The house is clean and the laundry is folded.
Since I'm wallowing in relative leisure, however temporary, I thought I'd look at my drafts folder and see if I could put something in decent enough shape to post. My drafts folder is a bigger mess than my car, and there are a few things in there that are downright cryptic. A few weeks ago, for example, I wrote the single line "Poor is a relative concept, isn't it?" I guess I had some lofty idea about comparing my relative wealth to the abject poverty suffered by over half of the world. Or maybe it was going to be some topical Great Recession essay. I really have no idea, because I have no memory of having started that post, nor of what random observation prompted it. See all the pithy and incisive wisdom you might be missing just because I can't keep a thought in my head for five minutes?
I'm going to clean up that drafts folder. Maybe I'll even clean my car. Meanwhile, 5yo just came to tell me that he's rilly rilly rilly thirsty and he NEEDS a juice, and then can he go to Lego.com? Leisure is a relative concept, isn't it?