There were no massages booked today. I find the hardest thing is to wait around, hoping that someone wants a massage. I can't leave the property, in case there is a chance of making money. I can't really do anything that I can't drop or pause within a half hour. I find myself in the café, suckling at the Internet teat, watching old Star Trek episodes on CBS.com, and wishing someone might answer an email or comment on a blog posting.

I'm tired, even though I have had plenty of sleep. It's the laziness of the day, the torpor.

I'm going to make a list of things to do, and then, DAMN IT, I'm going to do them. Backup my hard drive. Check to see if my laundry is dry, hanging on the line. I've already remade the bed.

I could drive to Olga and check the mail . . . oh, wait. It's Sunday. Scratch that.

I made no money today, but I soaked in the tubs, washed my hair, and read some John Grisham. I updated my billing records. I repatriated a tapestry from one of the other massage huts. I ate lunch on the roof next to my little cabin/room.

I might need a little nap at some point, then I guess I should pack for my trip to see CoffeeBoy and my family. Fun!

What are you all doing?