It’s Saturday morning and I’ve come downstairs to find my wife Jane sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading a magazine. I’ve been upstairs showering, dressing, and generally trying to decide how I want to waste my time today. That’s what Jane calls it. Wasting time. I’m okay with that. I don’t have a problem wasting time. In fact, a large part of my days off are spent contemplating how to waste as much of it as possible. I’m good at it. Jane does...
Wasting Time
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