It has been exactly one week since I’ve been at the office and four days since I had any obligation of any kind. And it feels great.
There is a little part of me (notice I said little) that feels I MUST be doing something… I SHOULD be doing something. And yet, I don’t. I’m sure this enjoyment of doing nothing will eventually wear off.
Perhaps I will tire of staying up until 2 a.m.—laughing and imbibing with friends—then sleeping until 10:30 a.m., getting dressed at 4 p.m. and doing it all again. Perhaps not.
Either way, come Monday I will have to get up and get back into the game.
Until then… there is a perfectly good spot for me… on the couch.