So I really enjoyed the day, but then nothing happened. The cats didn't do anything interesting, the birds didn't do anything interesting, the squirrels didn't even show up. There was no thunder, no rain, no wind. It was excellent boredom, but nothing to write home about, or a journal entry. Maybe tomorrow will be interesting. I doubt it, though. Probably just more relaxing boredom. I can remember when boredom drove me up the walls. No more. One of the perks of age, I guess.
Dishes to wash, dinner to heat up, television to watch. Then back to sleep under the blankets.