hum-dee-hum

There is dried oatmeal on the floor.

There is no dinner cooking.

95% of my stuff isn't in boxes yet.

My taxes aren't doing themselves.

The three loads of dirty laundry and three loads of clean laundry are looking a little limp and morose.

We have family home evening tonight and there is no lesson.

And I'm sitting at my computer READING.

And I don't feel guilty. Not smug, but not guilty either.

Oops, Freida just spilled a can of cheddar Pringles.

[/peaceful feeling]