It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.
On Being Idle
One of my favorite activities is sitting with a magazine and listening to the tick of the clock. If books are the poetic soul of a home then the ticking clock is its whispered heartbeat. Sometimes its rhythm is company enough. How many anxious moments in a day do we gaze in its direction and depend on it to be our "Regulator"? Maybe it just wants to sit quietly with us and hum, or joyously chime. Today, just for a little while, I'm going to let time have its way.