It’s Saturday, and it’s supposed to rain all day. For most people, that might be a blight. For me, it means no yard work, no spending the day at my parents’ house in their pool. It means reading and writing and video games and playing with my cats and dogs.

Carpe diem doesn’t always mean taking over the world; it mostly means do the things you want to do.

And maybe that’s being a total homebody and fucking around all day.

That’s the diem I want to carpe.

I could pepper it with pop music and other such platitudes, if you’d like. Make it a little more Californian.

Of course, California’s carpe diem for the young, hot and rich. Old, fat and poor need not apply.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1967 words, novel: Father Lightning