I didn’t have a very productive day. Jerry and I went out for a pleasant breakfast at El Búcaro (where we saw flamenco back in January). I washed dishes after lunch, did some laundry, sent some emails, commented on some blog posts, phoned my mother and brother. I didn’t go for my brisk walk. I didn’t exercise. I didn’t stretch. I didn’t give money to any street musicians, or to anyone else on the street. I didn’t draw. I didn’t write. I still didn’t whisk any eggs. I didn’t study Spanish. I didn’t socialize.
So, when I headed back up to the roof a short time ago to retrieve the laundry I had left hanging there to dry, I wasn’t very energized. Until I opened the door to the sunset. I am now inspired to do more tomorrow.