I am at a complete loss today.
No weekend work, no weekend places to be. A sore post-surgery husband has me sticking close to home – so no errands or “just a few quick” things.
I’ve washed dishes and clothes, changed sheets and towels. I’ve petted kitties, cooked meals and played multiple games of Words with Friends. I’ve watched long-ignored Netflix DVDs, caught up on email and made homemade limeade.
And now…I don’t know what to do because I have nothing to do.
I told The Boy as much. He just looked at me and said, You’ll figure it out soon enough. But for now, sit here and spend time with me.
I guess a little “nothing to do” isn’t a bad thing after all.