AUSTIN, Texas, Mar. 20, 2005 — I would say that a day of sloth is good now and then but I don't really believe it. First we stay in bed for a while. I have made a plan with SuRu to go somewhere at 11 for brunch. Our critieria is to make sure the place isn't crowded with SXSW people having a final brunch hurrah.

So, yeah, stay in bed. Get up, take a leisurely shower, watch CBS Sunday Morning. I like this show in spite of its predictable formula. Should record it since, usually, I'm busy on Sunday mornings, at the gym or something. Read papers, drink coffee.

FFP goes off to BookStop to buy the new Enron book by the writer from The New York Times. He decides he will go with us. SuRu shows up early and has decided on the European Bistro in Pflugerville. The folks are Hungarian but they advertise the menu as German/Czech/Hungarian/Russian/American. We've heard good things about this place. It is virtually empty when we arrive. We went Mopac to Parmer, east to IH35, exit on FM1825 (Wells Branch) and follow it to the main part of the town. It didn't take long at all to arrive at the Shell Station at Railroad and Pecan, turn left and go back to Main to find it around another left. This place is actually close (in minutes anywya) when traffic is light so a great idea for a weekend lunch.

The menu looks delicious. I get a cup of hot vegetarian borscht, smoked sausage with sauerkraut and cabbage rolls. We drink a bit of Hungarian Cabernet. I eat sweet cheese crêpes for dessert. I know, it's ridiculous. I will feel full for hours and hours and only eat again (leftover samon with capers, salad, cheese, hot sauce, chips, Dr. Pepper) around nine. No exercise. Food.

When we get back, we relax for a while. Even SuRu is too full to go home. Dad comes over with a load of flowers he got from church (he bought flowers there this week to honor his anniversary which would have been Tuesday if Mom had lived, sixty-four years). SuRu and FFP and I find two big vases and arrange them. He's also brought one of our plants that he wintered at his house. We put it on the front porch.

SuRu and Dad leave. (Dad says he is going to go take a nap.) I try to take one. I sit in my chair in the bedroom, working on glancing through some of the piles of papers that have accumulated, reading Sunday ones then some older ones. I watch a few things off the DVR. I help FFP with a couple of computer questions. (I really don't want to spend my twilight years trying to defend and explain Microsoft Word, but so be it.) We watch a few dumb shows like Crossing Jordan. I really have to stop watching this junk. Really. And do something constructive. We watch The L Word, but I don't pay much attention and FFP is falling asleep. Just when you think this show has introduced as many beautiful women who are Lesbian that could possibly be credible in one spot, they introduce another one...tall, leggy and rich to boot.

Well, it was really a wasted day. I enjoyed lazing around with TV and eating that great eastern European food. But sloth must end! Really. Tomorrow I am supposed to jump up and go play tennis as a sub in a league match. I am going to do some other exercise, too, I swear. And I'm going to come back home after that and do a bunch of cleaning and straightening and other chores. I swear. Tomorrow. Yeah.