I started off with an appointment in the morning that took several hours. By the time I got back home it was time for lunch. After lunch was when the frittering started. If you were to ask me what I did for the entire afternoon I would honestly have to tell you I have no idea.
I know that I didn't write my blog post. I didn't take my walk. I didn't do any work whatsoever. I apparently just frittered.
Last night I talked to my younger daughter on the phone. Well you might think that talking to one's daughter isn't an event, but neither one of my two daughters likes to talk on the phone. In fact, while I LOVE to talk on the phone, my daughters HATE it. You couldn't get me off the phone when I was a teenager. They were never on it. So talking to them on the phone usually happens about once a month. When we do talk it is a marathon lasting about two hours. (well not with my older daughter. she has three kids) What did we talk about? Not sure. I think we just frittered.
Looking back on my day of frittering, I realize that frittering is not a bad thing at all. I slept like a baby last night. There is no stress from frittering. There are no real expectations. In fact, I think frittering is pretty darn serene. I may have to fritter a lot more often.