Finished the final marks for the Sunday classes I teach, then couldn’t be bothered to do much else of anything.

This is as predictable as getting a migraine and/or a cold on the first day of a vacation. However, in the case of the post-marking, end-of-term malaise, I often horrify myself enough by what I don’t do the first day that I end up doing something the next day.

Today, though, I ran through a bunch of small projects and even managed to sell some ink. What I didn’t do was write very much, but I also didn’t play much. It was just a day to sit and do very little but what could be accomplished without having to actually get up and go get it.

In the end I did a few things that were actually useful, including some writing and some organizing. Tomorrow is another day, of course, but I’ve said that before.