At some point during the past weekend, I began to second guess my decision to take Monday off. After all, I had no grand plans – and given that Friday was a holiday, it seemed kind of wasteful to take a whole vacation day for absolutely nothing at all.
The instant I opened my eyes in my sunny cat-filled bedroom, I remembered why I had taken the day off: because I COULD. I have a whole day ahead of me with no obligations to anyone or anything except perhaps my Kindle and the couch, and this pleases me. As strange as it may seem to those who have been here for a while, I’m actually too out of sorts to write words – there are a dozen things all up in my grill at the moment, and I don’t really feel like articulating anything (mostly because they all go against my personal tenet of “don’t be a dick”). Instead, I’ll just sit over here, read my Kindle, and try not to mull over this epic downward spiral currently making my life less than 100% enjoyable. Don’t cry for me, Argentina – I’ll bounce back. I always do. I’m just going to be .. a little distracted for a while, and trying not to give in to my natural tendency to bolt when stuff sucks.
Here is a pretty picture: