Now, before you go and think I just skipped out on work today without permission, I will let you know that my boss knows and approves of my plans for today. Still, it feels like I'm playing hooky since I'm not sick and it's the middle of the week.
Life has been busy. Most, if not all, of the busyness has been filled with good things, but I still kept running, running, running. Even the past three-day weekend was nonstop. With an unexpected and long-awaited break in my work schedule, I decided today would be a great time to stay at home, relax, and do absolutely nothing.
Of course, as I was lying in bed this morning trying to sleep past 8, my mind was compiling a list of tasks that needed to be done: wash Dave's clothes, organize the linen closet, buy more stamps, work on the bridal shower I'm hosting this Friday. (Can you tell I have little experience in taking time off?) To ensure I relax, the painters are here to paint our building's common areas, so if I really wanted to get out to conquer the laundry or do some shopping, I'd risk getting paint splattered on me or our clothes. In a weird way, I'm grateful to be held prisoner in my own apartment today. It's forced me to finally relax.
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