Free Day

It has reached the point that this is what I now describe as a "day off":

The usual run of Sunday errands in the morning. Laundry, the grocery store, exercising, that sort of thing. Then settle down at the computer for about ten pages of typing in Lightwheel's business plan, adding comments for review by the partners. A considerable amount of reading with regard to a future dream project. In the evening, a logistical problem crops up requiring a lengthy phone call to sort out how much our plans for the next film might have to change. (As we realize that the stories Marc will tell on the DVD Director's Commentary track have already begun.) And then the usual evening's-end washing of dishes, brushing of teeth, etc.

This, by comparison with every other day for the past couple months, felt like blessed luxury, and I came out of it feeling remarkably relaxed. And yet, right there in the middle, at about 3:00, I suddenly found myself with nothing in particular to do, and just kind of stood there, spinning, trying to figure out how to kill some time till the Oscars began. It was a very strange feeling, the idea that I had more time than I knew what to do with. It didn't last, but it made for a nice change of pace.