Well, what a waste of time! If you had any gumption, you'd find something to do!
You're showing up as "Unknown" again, but I know who you are -- yet in a deeper sense, aren't we all truly "unknown" to one another? Let's contemplate that. No, don't stop what you're doing, you can think and scrub at the same time. Can't you?Actually, I spent a lot of this weekend reading Wordworth, so blame him, the original slacker-boy.
Uh, that of course should be "Wordsworth"
Oh, by the way: let's do a closer reading. Clearly, I have a lot to do already, and I know it. Instead I contemplate the ephemeral nature of all things, putting life in perspective. Clouds -- moments of passing beauty! Or perhaps I really am doing those things I need to do, and "contemplating clouds" is a metaphorical way of realizing that everything I do I will need to do again, and keep on doing, and such is the vanity and futility of human life -- you know, things like cleaning the bathroom. . . .
This comment is a test that you need not approve even though you know who I am too. (Seriously - a friend is having problems posting a comment on my blog, so I am doing tests.)
Lisa, did we pass the test?
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