I would like to make butter today. I am now the proud owner of a KitchenAid, and apparently you can use those to make butter.
I would like to get my back yard mowed today. Cut the grass down short, make the yard smell like summer.
I would like to curl up and finish reading Island by Huxley. And I sing the body electric by Bradbury. And Hocus Pocus by Vonnegut. And...
I would like to work with the chickens. Get their coop set up better. Get them a whole bunch of grass clippings, or let them run around the yard for a couple hours.
I am going to go hold office hours, teach about theories of self-justification, write on my thesis, drop of copies of tests for students to take, take a friend to lunch (that will actually be fun), go to a doctor's appointment, and then go write even more.
I would have made an excellent stay-at-home-wife, circa 1910.
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