in praise of nothingness

it is saturday morning.

i have nothing to do.

please reread the previous sentence with as much anticipation and bliss as you can muster, because that is how it was written. i slept in until 7am, which is unthinkable in my world, then stayed in the warm cocoon of my bed to read for a while. after that, i needed a couple of ingredients for something i want to make today (can you guess from the picture?), so i went to the store.

and now, with the exception of making the pie, i have an open day before me. the possibilities are endless...

so, i'll have to talk to you you later because...

...i have nothing to do.