Contrary to misconceptions harbored by some of my friends, I am not always traveling. I am often home for the weekend. And when I am, I need to determine what to do.
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| But first, a cop of cuffee. |
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Then a little soccer on the tube while I check the email and catch up on current events.
Yes, old people like to read the newspaper. |
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| Can't mow the lawn. |
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Maybe I should work on the car
that I've driven exactly once this year.
Those old hydraulic clutches are a bitch. |
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Maybe I should return the empties.
Note that this mix is uncharacteristic of what I usually bring back. |
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| Perhaps I should finally finish the last camping escapade... |
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| ...or work on the piles of crap people want me to take care of. |
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| I could clean my messy nightstand. |
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Maybe I should share some music,
returning the favor a friend surprised me with. |
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| Another option would be to clean my workshop. |
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Or I could take care of the pile so richly deserving shredding.
Don't you hate those people for sending you checks you didn't request? |
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| Or I could make some beer. |
All this sounds like too much work.
But the beer-making has suggested something.
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| Maybe I should test some fine beer a fine friend has provided, |
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| take a nap, |
and then write this blog.
What do you think?
