Unstructured day

It's Saturday and I have zero work in-house. Which is a bit scary, actually. But that's not what's worrying me right now. No, right now, it's that I have too many things to do and all the time in the world (or at least the next day or so) in which to do them. And even having the weekend isn't enough time, really, to get them all done, so I have to make decisions about what to do with my time.

Of course, what I want to do is: nothing. This, however, is unacceptable. I suppose I should sit down and write a list of everything that needs and/or wants doing.

I've already gone shopping. I got some cash from my bank's ATM. Then I picked up some more meds from Spike's vet. Then I got some more cat food. Then I got some groceries from Union Market (fiddleheads! cheese! eggs! pear!). Then I walked to the bagel store and got an everything bagel and a quarter-pound of whitefish salad. Half of which I put on the bagel when I got home, after sauteeing the fiddleheads in butter and garlic with a skooch of salt and pepper and had that as a side dish. Yum!!!

Now I need a nap.