That’s what I am today.

I played ukulele instead of reviewing.

I updated twitter instead of writing something meaningful and fictional.

I’m headed to a film about Valentino instead of reading something important (or just next up on my reading list: The Lassa Ward: One Man’s Fight Against One of the World’s Deadliest Diseases and Under Maui Skies and Other Stories).

Some people would say . . .

that’s what weekends are for

making up for what you didn’t do during the week.