Robin

My schedule doesn't leave me a lot to complain about, really. I have 3-day weekends, or 4-day if we count days I'm not teaching. This Friday I spent much of the day procrastinating writing. I also did about an hour of shopping, and I went out to dinner with my husband. I straightened the house a little, too. Saturday we had a few friends over to test out a complicated new board game--I was right, by the way, that the projected "2 hours" really meant 5. Saturday I also made a run to the grocery and cleaned up a little more. After people left around 8:30, I read a magazine for a while.

I detail this to illustrate that I have already had 2 perfectly good weekend days. Ergo, I should be quite content and rested enough to leap into work. On the schedule today: gym, grading, blowing leaves, grading, grading.

But what I really want is a selfish day. I think perhaps I should take a whole one of these soon. They're what I love about Christmas time, my selfish days. Those are when you just sit and stare, or watch TV all day, or read a book all day. You can stay in your PJs if you want. You're not just doing whatever you want--you're being deliberately unproductive.

In related news, my new book arrived in the mail. I ordered it through Alibris (i.e. B&N used). I was at first frustrated with how long shipping was going to take. Amazon gets me stuff in two days with no shipping fees, after all. But I found that waiting for the book created a Christmas-like excitement. It came last night. Oh, and it's signed by the author, which is a nice bonus. I was very good and didn't start on it, since I wanted to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. But that would sure be a nice way to spend today.

If this were a selfish day, I would start reading until my husband gets up, then we'd go out to the Cove to bird watch, then we'd have some pizza and I'd read some more.

Instead, I'm about to get dressed to go to the gym. Bah.