When my son talked on the phone to his friends for many years, he was always doing "nothing".
While I may have had some slight confusion to his Zen teenage stance, the idea of doing nothing has me perplexed. When I am at home I move non-stop from one thing calling out for attention to another.
I remember one day last summer when I had an open day on the calendar. There ended up being a death on a nearby pueblo, and since I was connected to the woman from two different directions, I went to the very moving ceremony. Now, my neighbor's life and death fill many moments and my head, and heart. It's appropriate, but I have to hope that the empty calendar days, rare and wonderful, are filled with life.
I also have a few upcoming events and I wouldn't be Post-PL, in the endless PL Going Out of Business Sale if not for my postings: