Last evening of vacation. In spite of the freakish warm January weather (they say forty-eight degrees on Thursday!) I felt cold, so I've got the fire going. The dishwasher is humming along, and I plan to order out for dinner, to keep the counters clean. Clothes are planned for next week, stuff for lunches is in the refrigerator. The work bag is ready to go, the coffeepot on the timer.
My brain, on the other hand, isn't exactly ready to go back. But it more or less has to go along with my body, doesn't it? In theory, anyway.
That list that I made a couple of weeks ago? Some things are crossed off, but most - well, things will eventually get done. In the place of doing was a lot of reading, dreaming and planning. And finally, enough sleep. A ridiculous number of movies ran across my screen, including The Help just this afternoon.
No regrets.
And no temptation to check e-mail to get a jump on the week, either. Here's to enjoying the last few hours of vacation.
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