Balancing The Calendar
feel like weekends again.
always one nice thing about going back to work after a prolonged period
of Unfortunate Voluntary Unemployment. (Or a prolonged period
of Fortunate Involuntary Unemploymentor. Or a
period of Unfortunate Voluntary Not-So-Temporary
the middle of the summer -- during the height of my
dysfunction -- everything was
to feel like
sweaty Tuesday Afternoon Nap to me. There were moments when I actually
it was, let alone what day or time.
something you can gripe about to the gainfully employed
friends or family members, by the way: they'll rise up, en masse, and
strangle you with your own stinky Happy Pants.)
So it was
really great to have a Friday night feel like a
Friday night, once
again: pastrami, headphones, the latest issue of "Entertainment
Weekly" ... a
Saturday morning feel like a Saturday morning again: sleeping in an
extra hour, catching up on e-mail, going to the taqueria for lunch ...
a Sunday afternoon
feel like a Sunday afternoon again: laundry, groceries, cooking,
phone calls, manicure/pedicure ... the beginning of the
switchover from Weekend Secra to Workday
as though the balance of the universe -- AND the
calendar -- have been restored once again.
up: balancing my poor decimated checkbook
again. Stay tuned.)
to throw a rock?