My wife tricked me into getting out of the house today. I threw some clothes on early in the morning to run to the pharmacy. She drove, and it was only after we left she said we were also going to go do a little shopping. At first I was angry. I don’t feel well at all and had planned on going back to bed after the pharmacy trip but I know she was trying to do something nice and anyway, it is a beautiful day and perhaps a little sunshine and a little time among the people, could help.
By the time we were browsing the stores I was feeling better. I got a coffee and a few more gift purchases crossed off of my list. It’s crazy how fast time is moving and how little time I have left to ship it all. It’s hard not to panic. I’ll give myself this last week to finish it all up.
Now we are back home and it’s early enough for me to still get plenty of resting done, or writing, or, more likely, housework, or, even more likely, shows to binge watch. The weekends aren’t long enough. I need a day between Saturday and Sunday, or between Friday and Saturday, a day to do nothing at all without any guilt. Tomorrow will be used up on preparation and then I will be back at it, struggling and miserable. Right now a four-day work week sounds like heaven.