I didn't walk the dog.

I had a day off from work today.  

I went to work for a while anyway.

I had plans of working more after I arrived at home.

I brewed some coffee.

I clicked on the TEDxIND live feed and absorbed.

I found myself clicking through and editing my own family photos.

I ended up gravitating toward some images I made and intuitively began working on this:

It isn't impressive.

It isn't special or different.

However, it was the perfect thing to do while keeping up with something happening in real time that I wasn't fortunate enough to physically be involved in.

I did throw some food in the crock pot for dinner.

I didn't do the laundry.

I didn't sweep the floor.

I didn't even drink all the coffee in my press.

I did eat lunch which is something I don't get to do when it is a working day.

And, it was even leftovers.

I didn't walk the dog.

I didn't iron the 80 pounds of clean clothes mocking me behind my back.

I didn't do the dishes.

I did make this:

a product of a walk Hayes and I took yesterday on the heels of a short Indian Summer.

I feel as though I stole this day.

Stole it away from the things I was supposed to do.

Should have done.

I deserve some time, right? 

Why do I have to feel so guilty over it, though?

Oh $h!+.  I am late for my appointment.