When I have days packed full of stuff to do I wish for a do nothing day.
When I have a day to do nothing at all, I wonder why I have nothing to do.
Sometimes I wonder how I can make time, not that I can make time, to do all that I have to do and see all who I need to see.
Sometimes I wonder who in the world I can call to do something with or why there isn’t any body calling me.
I’m a conundrum.
I kind of like being a conundrum.