Downtime

Not much personal downtime here. Seriously. Either working, training, reading, writing, brainstorming my next adventure, or occasionally catching up on DVR. Some kind of pathological aversion to boredom.

Enjoyed a touch of downtime tonight. With Meg. Watching The History Channel. Feature on the Shroud Of Turin. Digitalized rendering of a face.More questions than answers. Then Meg asks, "Why is it called Good Friday when Jesus died? That wasn't good..." I have no reply for her. But we enjoy the show. And the time together. With her stretched out. Weight on my back. Head on my shoulder.

I could get used to that. At least enjoy it while it lasts.