Hmmm. Maybe I should try this “not working” thing more often. It seemed to have worked out today. Even though I had told everyone to leave me alone so I could watch the Daytona 500, I had also planned to spend the rest of the day getting some work done. But I changed my mind. I think sitting around watching a race for four hours spoiled me for spreadsheets and the like.

But that doesn’t mean I have to decide what to do about tomorrow. It’s supposed to be a holiday. It even says so on the calendar, something called “Presidents’ Day” that we didn’t have when I was a kid. I don’t mind honoring George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, but if this holiday is dedicated to the likes of Warren G. Harding and Franklin Pierce, I’m not celebrating.

As of now, my plan is to observe the holiday by sleeping as late as I can and then spending the rest of the day working. There will be no mail delivery, so I don’t have any reason to leave the house. That will help me get more work done, as will the fact that other people might be celebrating. Banks and government offices and other agencies we deal with are closed. If the telemarketers would take the day off as well, I’d be pretty certain of being left alone.

By tonight, I probably couldn’t have worked much even if I wanted to. It was getting dark by the time the race was over, and it’s been so cold that all I want to do in the evenings is find a place to curl up with a blanket over my legs. This icy weather (icy for California, anyway) has been keeping me pretty much immobile these nights, and it’s been keeping me from wanting to get out of the recliner and into bed. As if I needed a reason not to go to bed.