<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Art-Doing-Nothing-Simple-Yourself/dp/0609600745"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-7509" title="412MWFS93SL._SL500_AA300_" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/412MWFS93SL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" /></a>Day 344 was Labor Day.

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What is the purpose of Labor Day, anyway?  We're not supposed to labor, right?

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I already had the day off from Noble Publishing Superpower, and I decided to take a day off from the blog as well.  Because I could.  It was Labor Day.

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I did Nothing.

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Well...not really.  I xeroxed copies of all important documents for my upcoming Italian adventure, reread my Travel Handbook for the umpteenth time (in case I missed something the other umpteenth times), caught up on <em>writing</em> blog posts, washed countless loads of laundry, talked to my family, walked Little Miss B, practiced yoga, listened to Heart, and watched Rick Steve's "Italy".

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My mother would tell you that I've always failed miserably at "doing nothing".

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It was a noble goal.