Nothing, in this context, means (as Lemony Snicket would say) that I slept as late as possible on Saturday morning. Brent and I did the grocery shopping. We walked to the hardware store to swap one kind of pipe thingie for another and I looked in the antique stores while Brent meditated on wrenches. We ordered a birthday cake for him. We bought meat from the butcher. In the evening, we had the privilege of visiting friends, who made a fabulous seven-course meal. What exactly I did to deserve this, I don’t know, but I am going to find out so I can do it again.
On Sunday, I went to church. It was my turn to read again, so I did my best with Jacob’s ladder, the psalm version of The Runaway Bunny, and Paul at his most abstract. I worked Sudoku puzzles. I finished a very good book with a very weird title: So Brave, Young, and Handsome by Leif Enger. I read Dragon Steel by Laurence Yep. I watched a little TV and knitted.
Nothing can be very satisfying. I’d like to do nothing again today.