Andy Chase

It's the last day of a four day weekend, and I haven't touched the neck of the cigar box instrument I started building last weekend, and I haven't done a thing with the music-centric web site I've decided to set up.

Some kind of deep social conditioning has predisposed me to feel guilty about this, about not spending every waking moment of free time Doing Stuff. It's not so much an "Idle hands are the work of the devil" feeling as it a "I've squandered a perfectly good opportunity to get a bunch of work done on personal projects" feeling.

Maybe I have, but dammit, I should not feel guilty about watching the Twilight Zone for a couple of hours if that's how I decide to wind down an evening.