Instead of . . .

. . . ordering seafood like I normally do, I went for the madeira mushrooms over a potato galette last night. It was the right call.

. . . working diligently, I have been procrastinating and then slamming things through at the last minute. I feel sort of bad about it, but not that bad.

. . . remembering to turn off the space heater in my room first, I went ahead and began drying my hair in the bathroom, and blew the fuse again this morning.

. . . watching the Super Bowl, I think I will listen to Alan Watts tapes this weekend. I've been on the verge of contemplative, lately. It sounds cozy.