If daydreaming

...is the default state of the brain, it's no surprise that my mind always wanders off. Today, as I was standing on a ladder washing walls, I began to daydream about rocks. In a comment on a recent post Rhett said "I'm glad your painting has improved and that you aren't sitting around like a rock." Of course I began to think about all the rocks sitting around here, some of which are pictured below, and wondered which rock I sit like. I can't decide.

I do know that my favourite poem in which rock sits is Shakespeare's Sonnet 55.

Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room,
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.