How meta. I’m wasting time right now as I type these words. I’m wasting time thinking about what to say and about the cramp I’m getting in my foot and about the background noise Labyrinth is making. I’m wasting time not showering, not getting dressed, and not making lunch. I should be grocery shopping or writing my will or making lists. I should be cleaning, enjoying an unexpected sunny day, or finishing the laundry. But I’m writing a blog post, in my pajamas, with a cup of tea to my left and my two kids to my right, also wearing their pajamas, sipping their own cups of tea, watching a movie we’ve seen a dozen times. I could have a nap to make up for the lack of sleep I got last night. I could paint my toe nails or tidy up my eyebrows or organize my bathroom cupboard. But all that can wait until later. Right now, there is time to be wasted and I shouldn’t be wasting it here.