i'll never prove that my motives were pure, so let's remove any question of cure

[ivyology]

No work for me, no work for me, no work for meeeeeeeeeee!! I'm done done done done DONE!

I was done Friday. But it only fully sank in when I woke slowly and languidly at half-past nine.

So much time. All of it mine. So many things I could do. Could, but don't have to. It's just so fucking splendid.

I may make a pot of tea. I may go to Oswego and buy some plants or flowers. I may go out with my camera and photograph the world.

Or I may do nothing at all.

Such fabulous choices.