Whut?

I was thinking today that there are a lot of things I would like to do if only I could get off my butt long enough to do them...everything from going back to horseback riding to jumping out of an airplane (though to be honest I don't actually want to jump out of an airplane but it sounds nice and extreme.)

I'd like to bake some cookies.

I'd like to move to the beach.

I'd like to drive a car.

And then there are things that I am going to do--there is no doubt, I did them yesterday, I will likely do them again tomorrow or some time soon: eat breakfast, go to work, buy new clothes, take out the trash. Walk the dog (she is so cute!)

The thing is I am wondering now if it is time to convert some of the things I want to do into some of the things I am going to do?

Oooh, I can feel myself oozing into sluggish apathy at the very thought. Time to take a nap.

The picture is of Jelly, my friend Karen's dog. He is named after the famous jazz pianist and composer Jelly Roll Morton.