Today was a day to hurkle-durkle.
I don’t remember how we first came across the term — maybe in someone else’s slice? — but it’s apparently been a trend on TikTok (which I’ve been off of since December), and is an old Scottish term meaning to lie/lounge around in bed when you should be up and getting a move on.
Every morning this last week, I wanted to hurkle-durkle. I actually did hurkle-durkle. I grabbed my iPad and did the Connections and the Wordle and had to really muster up the strength to peel myself away from the cozy sheets. It was a weekday, after all, and I needed to get ready to go to work.
Today, though, was a day to hurkle-durkle.
(I’d like to note that auto-correct keeps changing both of these words to hurdle and durable and other “real” words, and I keep having to delete and retype. No, computer, I actually mean hurkle-durkle, thank you very much.)
It rained yesterday afternoon and evening, and all night long. Thunder and lightning and sheets of rain. This morning, the power even went out for a while in my building and the two across the street. It’s also the first day of spring break, so I’m pretty sure the vacation gods were telling us to hurkle-durkle away.
There’s nothing to do. No place to be. A perfect day to just laze around in sweats and fuzzy socks, the bed half-made, my hair a mess. A perfect day for hurkle-durkl’ing.
Writing With Abandon 
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