Now that I've committed myself to going on vacation next week, I no longer have any interest in working. That won't fly, of course, but at least this wave of lethargy came over me on a Saturday, when it shouldn't really matter. Possibly by Monday I'll be ready to put in a couple of days of intense, serious labor. Or possibly not. It's hard to care right now.
The job isn't the only thing I'm getting away from, but with only five or six days away on the schedule, I don't think the yard will suffer. That's mostly because I haven't been doing anything with it anyway. Haven't been weeding, haven't been watering. Haven't been feeling guilty about it, either. It's none the worse for my neglect.
If I fill the bird feeder before I leave, my feathered friends won't miss me. My scaly friends (that would be the lizards) will forget I ever existed. I know that because they forget I exist about two seconds after I almost step on them. They're always scurrying away as if they've never seen me before. I recognize them on sight, but they can't remember that when the big door opens, somebody's gonna stomp on the porch slab.
One thing I'm not leaving behind, in the absolute sense, is the television. It's not that I'm taking it with me, but thanks to TiVo I don't have to miss anything important. I'm not sure what's important enough not to miss, but it'll all be there waiting for me when I get back. I can decide then whether to watch it or not. I'll probably turn off some of the automatic recordings, but not Jeopardy! Not unless Ken Jennings loses between now and the time I leave, anyway.