Ennui – such a wonderful word. Sure, in a perfect English translation (from the French) it just means “having the blahs.” But ennui sounds so much better. It conjures up visions of Victorian ladies reclining on their fainting couches, sighing deeply and gazing out a window at the rain.
So much more dramatic and satisfying than boredom.
But still, it must be said – boredom. Listlessness is better really. I think I am feeling listless today. And that does not necessarily mean that I forgot to make a list of things to do. Although, it must be said, I did.
Here are the exciting things I accomplished today: cleaned bathroom, baked bread, did laundry, walked the dog, napped (yay!), went to the liquor store (double yay!) and fooled around on the Internet.
Simon dusted and vacuumed. I cannot express how happy I am about that. He does a much, much better job than I do – especially on the dusting because, it must be bluntly stated – I don’t dust.
Given we all return to dust in the end, why would I want to sweep up a long-dead distant relative and shake him or her out the window. Seems rather cruel.
The thing is, it’s grey and raining, which oddly enough pleases me. Walking in the rain brought me back to West Coast winters – and I liked it!
However, I’d better get myself back up a mountain pretty darn soon. Sunday I believe. I wonder if I should stay mildly inebriated until then?