What's more important - the things we call entertainment or the gift of being able to entertain yourself? It's a matter of being yourself on purpose. What the day gives you is affected by what line you're in. When your heart is longing for her in another place, you start whenever you're ready, go about it unconstrained and suddenly you're into the new now. What is different than the escapism of former life is ignoring the what isn't. Fitting into the lullabyland quality of solitude comes easier to this slacker. The knack of being supportive comes naturally to a former pleaser. Rolling up sleeves and diving in is nicely augmented with getting out of the way and relinquishing he barrier of requiring your signature. The metonymy that follows is self-explanatory. Trust is the secret sauce. If this is it and it's truth based, then it's no different than asking if Howdy Doody penetrates you, are splinters the worst possible outcome? The need to journalize each day this month is meh. Island living (see Cindy Crawford joke) is self-entertainment at its most decadent. Thanks alot, Obama.