Too quiet *edit*

Saturday night and it’s too damn quiet.  It’s not right.  Just watched three hours of TV, mostly catch-up, and I don’t want to watch a fourth.  I have eight books to read, all but two non-fiction.  A health magazine to read, more from a sense of obligation than anything.  An online course in photographic composition .  And I promised to refresh my memory on twelve long articles about the astrological houses, in order to analyse a natal chart for my friend’s partner’s sister’s new baby.  I think I’ve gotta learn when to say no. 

Other than that, I could start switching my bills and bank statements to paperless.  I could cook up the minestrone I’ve been meaning to do.  Or I could clean the house. 

Too damn quiet, I tell you.  It’s the sort of quiet that’s suspicious. 

*edit*

I need some mischief to get up to.  Otherwise I’ll just get sick.  Maybe I don’t have a choice about that.