Sometimes I think about doing silly things. Then I usually talk myself out of them.
I have a long list of things I must do (sigh, my tax docs are not ready).
There is no *reason* to play.
My adventure with the #origami cycloctopods has made me happy in a giggly sort of way. I see the pics and I'm lighter.
I've folded more octopus wondering if they'll have adventures. I looked at the beach and my garden, considering staging.
Why do I constantly forget how important whimsy is?
