Today I called in to work, a mental health day. They said, “Okay, take care of yourself! Be well!” And then proceeded to call or text me every ten minutes for two hours. I’m totally billing for those hours. Arg!
Then I went and took a ton of crap to Goodwill, though our house still seems to be overflowing with stuff.
I went shopping and found none of the stuff I was looking for, but I did get the new William Gibson book. I plan to do nothing on Friday night and Saturday day but read it cover to cover. I’m so excited I want to walk around hugging it to my chest.
Came home set the computer up on real table rather than a TV tray and re-did the nasty electrical mess of extension cords (now replaced with one power strip so hopefully we won’t all blow up). Put together the new desk chair and woo! Actually a reasonable place to sit at the computer now.
Now I’m doing laundry and watching CSI with H and K and plotting what to do next. I found the remote control for my digital camera, so maybe I’ll go play with that. Or clean my room. Or perhaps lay around and do nothing.
I can’t imagine how much more I’d get done if I didn’t have to work during the day.