So far, my Saturday has consisted of the following: I woke up at ten o'clock and ended up watching a zillion David Brancaccio interviews on YouTube, crawled out of bed after eleven to make my first cup of coffee, started watching too many episodes of Frasier, talked to my mother on the phone for over an hour, trekked through my neighborhood for iced coffee, read some of my old writing and listened to Rooney, practiced braiding my hair into a crown, and then decided I should probably do something productive and edited these photos to the sound of Creedence Clearwater Revival. I've had a perfectly good day doing absolutely nothing, indulging myself in my quirky and obscure interests, but I'm now trying to convince myself to clean my house. Wait, I just remembered I took out my garbage this morning! Pretty sure that counts as cleaning my house. All in a day's work.