Today I am not at work.
Instead I am at home.
I spent a couple of hours working on charts this morning.
Then I ran errands: New pants for my son. A gift for my daughter to take to a birthday party tomorrow. A bottle of good Pino Grigio.
When I got home I walked past the computer on the dining room table, resisting the urge to log on again.
Surely they will be fine without me.
I walked past the computer, then doubled back to close it up and hide it in the study. Out of sight, maybe out of mind perhaps?
Now I have a chilled glass of wine in my hand. Yes, it is before noon. No, I do not make this a habit. Hopefully it will assuage the guilt of taking a day off…
Dishes. Laundry. Clean the bathrooms. Write. Take a nap. Go for a walk.
It feels so foreign.