Jan 5, 2021
4 min read
The Price of Being a Piddler in a Goal-Oriented World
I can’t help it — I’ve always been this way.
It is 1:00 p.m. and I can’t say for sure where the morning went. I did some reading and ran an errand and made a doctor’s appointment. I played with a spreadsheet and created some graphs strictly for my own use and pleasure. I marveled at the beauty and sadness of a winter day.
