You forget how valuable it is to do nothing for a while. That’s what’s going on now. Nothing. In a spasm of guilt, I found a café on Pearl Street in Boulder yesterday morning and settled in to write. Two hours later, after a couple of ditzy emails and reading the NY Times, I decided to go for a stroll. I have gone for strolls everyday since we arrived one week ago today — strolling, checking out new restaurants, siesta-time, going to soccer matches and gymnastics tournaments, getting frustrated in the fantastic Boulder Bookstore because I can’t possibly pack (for the next leg to DC) all the books I want to buy … that’s what nothing is like.
Well, off to the happy hour oyster bar at Jax.