Yesterday was a shopping day which, when one lives
in the boonies, entails a long drive with three large coolers in the truck to
pack perishables home.  So we left at
8:30 AM, drove through Zion National Park (okay, that’s the good part), and
after two hours arrived at Costco in St. George, Utah.  Then Albertsons, then WalMart.  In between, one specialty store and lunch
(the high point of our shopping trips… an actual sit-down restaurant.) We got
back home at 4:30 PM.

But today necessitates rest (it is Sunday, after
all) and I can’t think of a good subject for a blog post.  Perhaps it is in part ennui (än – wÄ“), noun,
defined as a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of
occupation or excitement.  As Oscar
Levant once said, “So little time and so little to do.” 

Oh, there are little chores out there:  filling the four bird feeders, cleaning the
porch, replacing burned out light bulbs, that sort of thing.  I could read, of course, and there are at
least four good, yet unread, books within reach of where I sit.  But that would entail mental effort,
concentration, to a greater extent than this blog is costing me.  My motor isn’t revving sufficiently for that.

Where is football season when you need it?