More often than not, someone in my family will walk into a room and find me there...just sitting and staring into space. Usually I'm supposedly reading or ought to be doing something else at the time. They'll ask, "What are you doing?" and I guilitily say, "Nothing," and get back to business. Well I'm not guiltily saying nothing anymore. I'm thinking. Deep thoughts or not...it's a worthwhile pasttime. And that is all. Amen.