Do nothings

I finished Up From Slavery.

As teatime approached, the sun threw the houses across the back into sharp yellow-lit relief, the sky a pale shade of blue, crossed by off-white fragments of slow moving cloud glimpsed between the green brown branches of the apple tree by the fence.

It was too good a day to waste inside, but waste it I did. The Easter holidays are nearly half way through and I still have so much work to do. I haven’t been out of the house since Saturday. “Better to do nothing than nothings.”