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I took advantage of my office actually having everyone working today and decided to take the day off. I figured I could use a buffer day from the weekend trip.

But tomorrow this will lead to the standard question of what I did on my day off. And I will have to answer "nothing." It's not that I don't want to say. Nor is it that I work for the CIA and would have to kill you if I told you. But literally, the day consisted of doing nothing. I have no problem doing nothing. Nothing is good. Nothing is relaxing, no worries, no to-do list. I guess I did go to the coffee shop this morning but how exciting is that? Exciting enough to be "something" and worthy of small talk? I think not. The most energy I expelled is turning the pages of the Times and slipping the sleeve off a muffin thus exposing the stump to be washed down my throat in a gooey mass of coffee and blueberries. Some will not believe me and think I don't want to share my glorious and adventurous Tuesday with them. But unless you consider playing hide and seek with the Finnmeister something, I did nothing, nada, zippo. Really.