Wrong side of the bed

26 09 2007

There are times when I feel like my daily ife is so prescribed – that from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to bed is already mapped out for me and I have no say in the matter.  Wake up by a certain time, be at work at a certain time, meetings, rush off to volunteer at the school, go home and do schoolwork or errands or other things that just have.to.get.done.  I won’t go so far to say I’m but a “cog in the wheel” of life, as I know I have a pretty cushy job and I am in fact in school to enter into a career of my choice.  Nevertheless, there is a certain sense of restlessness that sets in when each minute of the day is accounted for.  Perhaps I just notice it more when returning from a vacation or long weekend which was very much the opposite.  Or perhaps I’m being whiny and woke up grouchy today because my cat decided that her new cleaning hours were from approximately 5:30-7:00am and their exact location was in between my calves, returning to that precise location even when I shoved her off, oh, about 20 times.

This is exactly how I feel when I get the sudden urge to call in sick.  Oh – the beauty of a sick day.  All those scheduled minutes suddenly disintegrate and the vast expanse of the day lies before you – completely and beautifully unscheduled.  Nothing you do during that time matters – you could be sitting on the floor filing 3 months worth of bills – but it is bliss simply because YOU DIDN’T PLAN IT.  This day is golden because you weren’t busy doing, you were simply being.

Ah, but there is an art to the act, and it involves a detailed awareness of both the intricacies and the big picture of your priorities and others’ suspicions.   If I called in sick today, I’d miss a pretty important meeting I’d just have to reschedule, and I’d also miss leaving early to volunteer – one less day with the kids.  Not worth it.  No – must be timed in such a way to maximize benefits as well as minimize losses.  No – not today, but I sense that sometime soon I’ll feel a little sniffle coming on…


Birthday Sock Creature

23 04 2007

I got my birthday wish.

A sock creature from H.

I’m taking name suggestions. Though I’m leaning toward one that will do this flaming gay sock creature justice.

P.S. Check out our new joint blog about travel and all-things relaxation.