10.24.2006 was the last time I wrote anything in my journal.
I have written since but not there.
It’s my first day back at work after a week or so off.
I feel far, far away from rested and rejuvenated.
My week off didn’t find me on some tropical island sipping a drink with an umbrella. Instead, it found me getting a much needed oil change for my truck, raking the ‘goddamned perpetually falling’ leaves, stocking my cellar with @ 2 tons of anthracite coal, attending my daughter’s soccer games, reading a dear friend’s manuscript
(which I will refuse to destroy because once she’s rich and famous I can hawk this thing on Ebay for God knows how much money)
(yes, I’m kidding AMR) ; things I can never seem to find the time to do when I’m working.
I hear you asking,” Was it at least a bit restful?”
I guess so.
I did do some napping.
Does anyone else enjoy napping in the middle of the day as much as I do?
I could care less what’s happening on the outside.
Just let me sleep.
I so loooove naps.
Always have, always will.
I’ve often thought that if I could be a cartoon character, I’d be Dagwood of the ‘Blondie and Dagwood’ comic strip.
Look, the guy loves huge, extravagant sandwiches at midnight, naps whenever he thinks he can get away with it and he’s married to a serious looking blonde with a totally killer body. Hell, she hasn’t changed in like….20 years; must be the aerobics or something.
Dagwood rocks, but Blondie totally rules.
I’ve heard it said, ‘No vacation goes unpunished’ – this wasn’t a vacation so I’m not sure what to expect today.
The weather perfectly frames my state of mind; London-like, misty, rainy, dismal.
There I go again, setting myself up.
The train is suddenly moving and my life is in motion.
I am once again back on the merry-go-round. . .