sit and stare

when i used to have my pet monkey, Billbert, we used to play catch with an old hacky sack i saved from my travelling days. i was playing catch, but he really threw it back AT me, rather than TO me. In fact, when assessing the ferocity and timing (he usually waited until I was not looking at him, to throw it AT me) he employed, he clearly was trying to kill me with that hacky sack. That was years ago. Billbert is gone now. And i just use the time, the time I used to set aside for playing catch with Billbert, to sit and stare. I don't miss him.