Nirvana

As the sun slowly set a little while ago, I reflected upon my idyllic Saturday.

Much of if was spent watching movies, while drifting in and out on the razor's edge between the world of dreams and the perfection of my couch. (I have a great couch. My ever increasing resemblance to a potato is evidence enough of that.)

I could have spent some time tidying up the blogging pit, but I didn't.

I could have written an interesting essay on some irksome issue, but I wouldn't.

I could have even gotten out of my pajamas, gotten dressed, and gone out to run some errands, but I knew I shouldn't. Why? Because the true nature of free time on a weekend means having no needful things pressing upon one's mind, no nagging sense of anything that must be done.

I did exactly what I wanted to do today.

It was perfect.