What am I doing here?

Have you ever found yourself sitting down on a Friday night with nothing to do; some notion that you would like to do something but little energy to do it and still less conception of what it might be? For me, it is an occasional bedfellow, and the burden I bear tonight in particular. I am coming down from my Sudafed high, so I’m rather tired. My mind however stubbornly asserts that it is only 9 p.m. on a Friday night. This is what I’ve worked all week for? There are times in life when you say to yourself, “if only I had the time.” Hello? Over here … free time … come and get it. So I spent the entire evening piddling around, wandering like a lost soul in my own home, and now I’ve decided it’s time to go to bed. Do you know what? I finally feel like I’m about to do something worth while.