pieces.

I don't want to be thought of as "nice".  I don't consider that a compliment.  Anyone is nice from someone's perspective.  It takes no special talent or stretch of character.  It does not require humility or wit or any real effort.  It is to essentially fill up space, breathe, and be agreeable.  And where is the value in that?  Being agreeable?  Where is that going to get you other than where more assertive individuals choose to put you?  Now I don't mean to downplay the importance of kindness, of being aware and considerate of the people around you.  But nice.  Nice challenges nothing, reveals nothing.

This weekend, there was rug vacuuming. And bathroom scrubbing while mourning the loss of Robert Downey Jr. from Ally McBeal, even though it happened over a decade ago.

There was a delicious candle burning, basically the entire time, that I found for $3. $3.

There was then an adequate amount of lounging (one of my most natural talents) in a freshly-cleaned, yummy-smelling house. Because that's what Saturdays are for.