Is there such a thing as practical spontaneity? Or is that an oxymoron? Maybe a sign of a split personality? Whatever it is, I think that it describes me. I am practical enough to get all the bills paid on time, have enough saved to cover little emergencies, but I think nothing of wasting some time watching a beautiful sunrise--my favorite time of day; or seeing a beautiful butterfly pillow and getting it--knowing that I will have to wait to buy that extra pair of sheets. I have a stack of pillows on my bed because that looks pretty, knowing that I will have to throw them off every night. If I see something unusual I stop and investigate (and probably take a picture). I delight in the unexpected. Does all this make me impractical? I choose to believe that it makes my life worthwhile.