is to be at home. And do nothing. And by nothing I mean make pasta with vodka sauce and meatballs and garlic toast and finish putting all my clothes away and remove all the ugly clothes that don’t fit me right that I keep looking at and can’t wear because I’m far too fat and put all the books in the corner that are still packed on bookshelves so He Who Makes Me Smile feels less cluttered in the bedroom and read and blog and read my days worth of unread blogs in my RSS reader and learn how to use the darn smartphone already and cuddle with He Who Makes Me Smile while watching Arrested Development and play with Dani Cat and Simba Cat and Sasha Kitten and Tubby Cat and Henri the Doggie and go to bed early cause I was up FAR too late last night and had problems sleeping and plan and order bulbs and seeds and trees and plants for next year although it is probably too late to plant bulbs now anyhow…
Your definition of Nothing needs some serious work, but I do think you can plant bulbs until there is the first freeze, but I am not sure.