And so the long weekend is over.
I suppose I should question whether I used my time well. I suppose I should ask myself if I could have spent the day any better.
I suppose I could have. I could have taken in a movie, or gone to the beach, or read a good book. I could have taken my bicycle out in the heat of the afternoon, hoping that the brief dropping of rain wouldn’t have caught me.
I could have had coffee at an outdoor cafe and imagined I was in Paris chasing love and the words of Proust–though I must confess to admire Dumas more.
I could have started some grand project–the culmination of which would be talked about for years.
Yes. I could have done something entirely less frivolous that might have lead to things greater than my modest achievements of this day. I could have, but I didn’t.
Truthfully, I don’t mind it one bit.