How annoying is the guilt that follows a leisurely afternoon movie. "How can you sit back and watch a movie in the afternoon when the rest of the world is working hard, hunched over their laptops and devices, downing cup after cup of coffee (or can after can of Diet Coke)?" So bugging when you mentally begin to justify the hour or so that you happily spent reading Alexander McCall Smith's 'La's Orchestra Saves The World.' "Reading is all fine and dandy but really, shouldn't you be cleaning the kitchen or bathroom, folding up the laundry, looking for a job?" Pottering around the house, doing those inonsequential little tasks, moving the furniture, dusting the cabinets… nothing of much consequence. Such guilt afterward.


No more, I promise.