closet.jpgHappy Friday, folks! I can tell you this much — honestly, without fingers or toesies crossed — that I simply have no idea where the week went.

Sure, there was a holiday. But there were other days scattered in there, and I simply cannot account for them. As a matter of fact, when Biff Spiffy pointed out in the comments that it was no longer Monday, I told him that the days had come and gone for me and I was powerless to do anything about it.

Then I suggested that laziness might be a form of powerlessness.

And that got me thinking. Does it ever just hit you? That overwhelming need? That need to do. Absolutely. Nothing? Try as you might, you find yourself pushing everything to the side. And you know it’s going to come back and bite you in the posterior, but you do it in spite of yourself? And you are indeed powerless over it?

I took the two days following the Fourth off. Decided I’d hang around the house with the kiddies, swim a little, clean out closets, junk like that. The fact that it rained the entire time did away with any hope of lounging by the pool, but that should have left me more time to get the indoor stuff done. But I didn’t do it.

As a matter of fact, I think the only closets that got cleaned out this week were the ones in my head. And it was good to not have anything to do. To not have any deadlines. To clear the head. I finished a book, started another one, watched some movies, and pretty much vegged out.

And suddenly it was Friday. And I had nothing to show for it.

Well, nothing you can see, anyway.