doubles of nothing

It must have been Indolent Thursday.


Well, it was Thursday -- and I was as indolent as anyone short of a seventeen-year old boy can be.


But, the lady in front wants to know how indolent.


Well, try this one on: even though I rolled out of bed around 8:30, I did not step out of my bedroom-office area until 3 PM.


I watched the ocean through the windows. Read some blogs. Listened to the news. Read The Economist. Made and took calls from three countries.


And, all at once, it was 3 PM.


In days gone by, I would have been worried about wasting time. But not now.


It has taken a lot of effort to get to this point. And, I am happy to expend no effort to maintain my stasis. A Newton experiment in rounded flesh.


I had planned on preparing a rather exotic late lunch. But that would have ruined the mood.


Instead, I decided to head over to Don Bigote's, where someone else could cook up a nice plate of fresh shrimp while I watched another spectacular Melaque sunset.

One of the first life lessons I recall my father telling me was: "Don't do anything unless you want to do it. If you don't want to do it; don't."


Several decades later, I finally have indolence down to an art form.


It just may be genetic.