Yes, another weekend and I am finding ways to avoid doing my laundry. I had planned to do it yesterday, but I woke up with a migraine and was useless for the rest of the day. I did nothing more than lay in bed and avoid direct sunlight.
Today, I felt much better, but still did not feel like getting out of bed. So, I read a few chapters of my current book, played some mahjong solitaire on my Kindle, and picked up an old journal from the nightstand. Sometimes I like to reread stuff and see where I was back then. This particular journal, from around 2000-2001, was one in which I wrote story ideas, snippets I'd thought of, great titles, and some beginnings of stories with plotlines vaguely formed. I re-read them and realized why some never went anywhere. But one had a good start and I already knew how it ended. So, I grabbed a pen, and started writing. I used some of the already-written piece and added on and on until a few hours later, I had a pretty good story going, but still no clean clothes.
So, I took a shower and gathered my baskets. I mean, I can't put it off forever.