Review: Labour Day

Not only did I not post here yesterday — but I didn’t perform labour of any kind, either. So, what did I do?
I read this. And this. And this.

I took my kids to this.

I started to work on this.

I watched a bunch of this.

I outlined some stuff for this.

I played a bit of this.

I rehearsed this.

Then I wrote this.

None of what I did on Labour Day is what I would call “labour” — because none of it felt like work. The result: A balanced day.


Because it all felt right and it felt alright.