Husbandman headed off to Toronto last night. I drove him to the train station at one in the morning. As in 1:00 a.m. Today my groggy demeanor got me to thinking. You know how human beings tend to run around thinking that they have to make every second count and time is so precious etc.? What if they pretended instead that they were immortal and time didn't matter because there was just so much of it? Reverse the whole supply and demand train of thought so to speak. Imagining my immortality, I declared today to be International Plenty of Time to Waste Day. I read some books and now I'm watching Project Runway Season 12, a series I currently own having purchased it with my own money. It took a lot of courage to blow off my obligations and fritter today away. My sankalpa seems to be working.