So here’s what I mean. Normally when you take a day off, it’s to do something. Either go somewhere, or do something. Do some work around the house, or go Christmas shopping, or something. Nobody ever takes a day off to just sit around and read a book or play a game. Well, except Jacob Thompson; there’s an exception to everything.
But I did today! Didn’t do anything. Finishing up a book; completed the Witcher Heart of Stone expansion pack. That’s it. Didn’t clean up any room; didn’t do anything useful at all.
It was marvelous. I may be able to get used to this.
I cooked, though. Southern green beans, New Youk Times’ Scalloped Potatoe Gratin, and a nice 1-1/2″ thick pork chop with a cider/maple pan sauce.
Hah! Yeah, but I have to ease into it. So the first week, I spent *doing* things. Reorganizing the office. Throwing away pens and pencils. Yesterday was my first day of absolute indolence.
I’m confused. I thought sleeping in, reading books, playing video games and pinball, making and drinking beer, and making travel plans *IS* your job now. I mean those are all the things you went to work so you could do those things in your “free” time. Wouldn’t taking a day off be something like going into the office? 🙂