If the calendar is ever revised, maybe they should think about making the day after Christmas two days long. Couldn’t we just insert an extra day right after every big holiday, to help us move on to the next phase? It would have to be a day when nobody could be expected to have any obligations, when a person could sleep late, watch football all day, and then hammer out a sorry journal entry that night.

Ah, but there’s the rub, no? Everybody has obligations, and whatever jobs you have to do will always expand to fill whatever time you have available to do them. I can’t exactly remember whose law that is, but if nobody else wants to claim it, I’ll take it.

This might as well have been that sort of day for me. That’s the way I used it, anyway. I did all those things, starting with sleeping late, and even with Monday coming up faster than it really should, I tried hard not to think about all the work I could have been doing.

Besides, it was raining. Not just raining, it was storming. The wind was blowing the rain directly at my windows. If I’d opened a door, I’d have been soaked immediately. So I didn’t open a door all day long, never ventured out nor even thought about it. I didn’t give any consideration to all the shoppers returning gifts to all the stores. If they want to be out in the storm, fine for them. All the more reason for me to stay home.

I didn’t want to wait until I get a new stereo receiver. Okay, I couldn’t wait, so last night I watched one of my new DVDs on the computer. That’s not exactly the most comfortable way to watch a movie (until two in the morning). I was moving furniture around, trying to keep my back (and my backside) from suffering. But I couldn’t wait to watch “Manos,” the Hands of Fate on the MST3K disc Eric gave me. It was just as awful (and funny) as I remembered.