Somedays, I don't want to stretch my tendons out at all. Too easy when one's languid in the murky Plebian Sea day in, and day farther in. Opposites are so attractive, so shocking to habitual ritual. Might as well goof on a bit.
As a sidenode, quite excited for Nuit Blanche , the all-night art celebration falling this Saturday night through Sunday Morn. I somehow have said day of rest free from work. D'yuh b'lieve in s'rrendipity?