Bonus Days

Hey, A.

The nice thing about a day off in the middle of the week, which makes it even better than a weekend, is that it’s a bonus. Even weekends with plans to do nothing don’t pan out that way. There’s always something that has to be done. Every day of the week is scripted in my life, sometimes with little more than school (work, that is) and the gym, but just that takes up 12 hours of my day. My alarm goes off at 5:15 am, and if I run around like crazy after school to get out at a decent hour, I can actually get to the gym and be home by the evening news. And then there’s the matter of feeding myself, and cleaning up after myself, and getting ready to do it all over again the next day. Which is why some days I skip the gym and make plans for happy hour sushi instead. But on sick days it is totally permissible and acceptable to do nothing. Really do nothing. After all, I’d normally be at work. Nothing gets done when I’m at school showing Power Points on endocrine glands, right? Why should I feel the need on a sick day? Should I choose to do something productive, well then that’s a choice.

That being said, I woke up at 6:45, but stayed supine on the couch, under a blanket until 8. After the first hour of the Today show, I got up and made coffee. I read email and checked blogs and then at 9 I headed out in the pouring rain to the drycleaner (an errand I was unsuccessful completing this weekend). I came home and read. And laughed out loud. At noon, I decided there would no correcting. I made a Bloody Mary and read some more and was ready for a nap (I NEVER nap) by 1:40. I napped until about the time I’d be getting out of school.

At around 3 I decided to do laundry, and when I was done I made myself an excellent dinner with a new favorite (read: cheap but quite drinkable) white wine. And now it’s 7. I’ve been somewhat productive but I’m not exhausted. And I’m ready to finish my book and my bottle of Riesling, and I will be a much happier teacher tomorrow.

Hope the first day of spring break has been good…

Love,

B