There are things I love about vacation days. I love sleeping in. I love waking up and turning over and sleeping in some more. I love eating what I want when I want where I want. I love being able to do chores at whatever time I choose, and not just when I must. I love watching Oprah (not because I love watching Oprah, but because I never get to watch her unless I have a vacation day).
But it only takes a few hours to get stir-crazy. Today I took advantage of the chance to catch up the scrapbook and visit the new CVS in town (with a photo kiosk that talks), do some grocery shopping, run outside (in the wind, not like the wind)...stuff like that. And then it hit.
The need to clean.
I'm not talking a "whisper and a promise" cleaning. I'm talking cleaning. I ran the vacuum over the floor about four times, trying to get all the stubborn, ground-in cat hair. I vacuumed the furniture - again, to get the cat hair. I cleaned out all the movies and made piles of keep, toss, and donate. I moved things to dust.
And as always, I pondered how to next move the furniture and what color to get for the painting fest I'm convinced will take place in not too many months.
I'd paint tonight, but I am choosing to listen to the tiny bit of common sense I have left. So rather than painting, I ponder. And I clean.
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2 comments:
Chewie????
It's called V A C A T I O N for a reason. EVERYTHING in moderation my dear. Save the painting for another day. Too much heavy type work (like painting) can negatively affect the immune system. You are resting up so you can fight against getting sick, aren't you? ;-D
Yeah I don't really vacation well. I stalk my work email. I'm surprised I haven't stalked my work voicemail. I typically make at least one appearance in the office...sometimes more than that. I think (make that worry) about what's happening when I'm not there. I think that classifies me as a workaholic. :(
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