Nothing to do

Now that the Storm of the Century is upon us, it's time to kick back and enjoy it. The great thing about especially bad weather is, there's absolutely no pressure to do anything. You can't feel guilty about not doing what needs to be done. No need to engage in the usual weekend activity: Running around like a madperson before Monday.

Too much snow. Can't get out. Darn.

It's a good day for logs and movies. I've got a couple episodes of The Wire TiVo'ed. I've got 2 Esquire magazines to read, and a Time. I just got this book out of the library -- The World Without Us (not a bad idea, most days) that I want to start.

I got one of those Ion turntables. I'm going to transfer some classic albums from vinyl to disc. (Hey, kids: "Albums'' are what old people listened to, many years ago. Very cool covers.) A few I'll do today: Stevie Wonder's Innervisions, The James Gang Rides Again, Traffic's John Barleycorn Must Die, Van Morrison's great and highly underrated Into The Music.

Meantime, I need to write something for the Sunday paper. Was gonna go watch Xavier tonight, but, well, you know, Derek Beasley has declared martial law. So I'll just have to stay home and write. Maybe something on D. Baker's delightfully statistics-secondary style of managing.

Or maybe I'll call in sick and take a nap.

Let it snow. I've been doing entirely too much lately. I need to catch up on doing nothing.