Song of the Leisure Class

How I love days with nothing to do and all the better if the sky is blue; when I can brood to my heart's content with nary a thought to weeding or rent. How I love days when time is my own to do as I please, to turn off the phone; to think about nothing or think mighty thoughts do what I feel like and not what I ought. And this is not the impossible dream doing it, not as hard as it seems; here is the secret, now you've been told: leisure comes naturally once you grow old.