Planning time to not plan things...

Desultory. 

Now there's a word for what much of this week looks like it could be. And it's truly a goal: no plans, no direction. I've spent a good portion of summer "vacation" chugging along, getting things done, and I have not yet gotten into "vacay" mode, not fully. I think this week looks like a good one to do that, at least in part. I've sent out a bunch of poem subs, written a book review, and I've done what I can out-- and indoors. Yes, I'll have the usual requisite house chores (laundry doesn't do itself), and I've got a couple of days of Holly-watching, but generally, what I plan (!!) to do is read. Bake. Get in my pool while the weather is decent. Do what pleases me. 

Ok, so I did say it was a goal. Those who know me well also understand that I'm achievement-driven, and that runs counter to fully lolling about. But my new school year plan book came in the mail, and I hear the resonance of clock ticking in the not-so-distant future. So, as counterintuitive as it seems, I'm planning on not planning this week. 

What each day will bring, is up to the day. 

Sort of.

Have a good one,

C