The Bologna Blog

Days Off

I await inspiration for the day. My bathrobe and I, are patient waiters of its arrival. Shall it come in the form of a vigorous project or a tamer version of a needed repair? Will my garden grow in the turbulent tide of my frantic cultivation and weeding? Will I wile my hours of daylight in the maintenance of a patchy lawn? Do the brown curdling drawers of my teenager call in urgency for instant laundering? Do the stiff standing socks in the corner beg attention? Does my car, glued together by muck and grime, need washing? Too many thoughts of toiling effort spent. My day off has come and went. My bathrobe and I, will return from whence we came