There’s something to be said for alittle slacker time. Sometimes when I’ve been out on the river all day and the fish have snuggled in for their version of an afternoon siesta, I’ll seek out a nice shady spot that harbors the least amount of ants and let the sound of water lull me off into a nap.
Those little moments can be the best sort of slacker times, the peaceful, restful, regenerating type. Of course they can also be the worst—depends on the sort of bugs that come along when you are blissfully unaware— nothing like waking up and discovering your face became a buffet for the resident mosquitoes……
As for slacker time on a blog……..I consider my time here as enjoyable as taking a nap on the side of a river (without the threat of bugs) but lately I haven’t been able to step out of the River of Life for a little pause.
The good news: I sense a slack section just up around the bend and I’m paddling hard for it ~