I didn't do any­thing for most of the day yes­ter­day. In fact, I was so active that I fell asleep in the mid­dle of the after­noon after being pre­ma­turely awoken by the house­guests. I later awoke to Jake knock­ing on my door. Heh, so much for sleep­ing in.

One thing I've noticed is that dur­ing these week­ends since I've had The New Job, I now appre­ci­ate much more the abil­ity to just be lazy. The only down­side is that Jake usu­ally works every week­end after­noon and night, so I end up find­ing myself some­what bored on these Sat­ur­days and Sun­days with not much to do.

I was star­ing at Word­Press yes­ter­day, hav­ing lots of lit­tle tid­bits to share, but uneasily try­ing to fig­ure out how to say all of them. I toil over triv­ial things too much. But hey, what else is there to do on the week­end? At one point, I fig­ured, "Ah, screw it!" and just decided to do a new site design. Then I toiled over how to do it.

It never gets any eas­ier.

I won­dered about tack­ling my "Pur­ple One" idea. No good. It's spring, damnit, and I want some­thing light and easy. Thought about using a foto of some­thing I'd taken. No go, either. In dis­gust, I decided to look away from the com­puter for a few and just stare at the wall.

Any­one who has seen any recent incar­na­tion of my sleep­ing quar­ters can attest to the fact that I'm a huge fan of Sal­vador Dali. I cur­rently have four sep­a­rate framed prints of his hang­ing in my room. My absolute favorite of these bears the title, "One Sec­ond Before Awak­en­ing from a Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pome­gran­ate." I just adore that piece.

It's said to be the expres­sion of a dream that ended pre­ma­turely as told to Dali by a friend of his. Now, the dreams I have are few and far between, and I remem­ber most of them for some time after they're over. And although I can't say I've had any that even echoed the objects in the piece, I cer­tainly appre­ci­ate being awak­ened from some­thing just before you get to see how it ends.

Some­times, there's noth­ing worse than that.