Each time I scoot through the supermarket checkout the staff member behind the till asks me “So are you having a busy day?”.

This puzzles me. Why has this question become a stock-standard rapport-building, time-of-day-passing, anything-but-the-weather topic?

When did ‘being busy’ become a marker for a successful day? An important day? A day well lived?

I don’t actually want to be busy.

I want to be cruisy, yet productive.

Hmmm… on second thoughts, some days don’t even need to be productive. Unless I include relaxation, mental health, contentment and peace into the ‘productive’ category.

How about you? Are you busy?