I took today as a day off to recover from last weekend's workfest.

I had vague plans to be all productive and stuff - hitting the gym, sewing, maybe trying to take the car in to the shop.

None of these things happened.

Instead, I slept in until nearly 11, wandered around until Liz and I (she's home sick today) went out for lunch.

Since returning from lunch I have... still done nothing. I had thought about at least doing laundry. Nope.

Apparently I was overdue for a day of doing nothing at all.