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desperanceIt's 11am, and I am having a day off.
I didn't wake up till nine. Then I gave Barry his breakfast and listened to the news (woot! go America! etc) and gave me my coffee and was properly grateful to me and remembered that this was a day off (woot! finished book!) and wondered what to do with the day and thought "shopping!" and checked e-mail and found that two nice people had sent me things to read so thought "shopping! and pub!" and before that, possibly, housework, because I have spent the last [embarrassing period of time] letting the house decay entirely about me "until the book is finished", so I ought to do something about that now. That would be a useful kind of a day off, wouldn't it? That left some part of the house cleaner, and me happier? (shopping! pub! reading!)
I have years, decades of expertise in finding non-worky ways to fill what should have been working days, but give me a day to fill with non-work and I can so easily be baffled. 'Specially at the end of a long haul, which is almost the only time I do get official days off. Takes time for the ticky-machinery to run down, I guess.
As witness: I am two hours into the day, this declared day off - and I have already started a short story. Just an opening I may never pursue, but it was a line I caught off the radio this morning and I couldn't resist. A kidnap victim being kept in the dark, he said he talked to everyone he knew, living and dead - and it was only the dead who talked back. How good is that?
I didn't wake up till nine. Then I gave Barry his breakfast and listened to the news (woot! go America! etc) and gave me my coffee and was properly grateful to me and remembered that this was a day off (woot! finished book!) and wondered what to do with the day and thought "shopping!" and checked e-mail and found that two nice people had sent me things to read so thought "shopping! and pub!" and before that, possibly, housework, because I have spent the last [embarrassing period of time] letting the house decay entirely about me "until the book is finished", so I ought to do something about that now. That would be a useful kind of a day off, wouldn't it? That left some part of the house cleaner, and me happier? (shopping! pub! reading!)
I have years, decades of expertise in finding non-worky ways to fill what should have been working days, but give me a day to fill with non-work and I can so easily be baffled. 'Specially at the end of a long haul, which is almost the only time I do get official days off. Takes time for the ticky-machinery to run down, I guess.
As witness: I am two hours into the day, this declared day off - and I have already started a short story. Just an opening I may never pursue, but it was a line I caught off the radio this morning and I couldn't resist. A kidnap victim being kept in the dark, he said he talked to everyone he knew, living and dead - and it was only the dead who talked back. How good is that?