After surviving my hangover yesterday, I woke up this morning determined to fulfill my Labor Day goal of doing nothing. Oh my, I cannot remember the last time I so swiftly and successfully attained a goal. It has been glorious.

I must admit I did do a few things — fed myself, read a few Gaitskil short stories, had two orgasms. But really, none of that can be construed as productive.

And now I am curled into the Comfy Green Chair with “High Fidelity” on the DVD player pondering ice cream. I feel most smug and satisfied. This weekend, it was absolutely lovely. My batteries have been recharged and I’m not ready to tackle autumn.