At first when I looked back on this day, I thought of it as upside down. I got up way too early and got too much work done before noon, then slacked off for a couple of hours to catch up on sleep. That’s not how I usually plan (or execute) my days, and I wondered if I should feel guilty.

But really, it worked out for the best. I got as much work done as I would on an ordinary Wednesday, which is saying something considering this particular Wednesday is the lead-in to a long weekend and therefore rife with slackage opportunity. Plus, I had a much needed nap that gave me a bit of an energy boost going into the evening hours (which I could have used for doing more work instead of increased slackage time, but it’s principle we’re talking about here, not the petty details).

Anyway, my point, which is beginning to show some rounded edges what with all the filing away I’ve been doing at the logic of it, is that I didn’t take the day “off,” and I didn’t “overdo.” I had a normal day, except for the timing. And I can only do that because I have a job that allows me to work at home, at my own pace and in my own time. Sometimes I get tricked into working too many hours, but just as often I get more work done in less time, just because of the flexibility.

For which, by the way, I am grateful. I don’t say it enough, but I’m thankful for (a) the fact that I have a job that (just barely) allows me to pay my bills, and (2) the fact that my job has that kind of flexibility (which I take full advantage of, and without which I’d be the truly miserable person I sometimes portray myself as). I’m grateful for many things in my life, but my job is one item I sometimes forget to put on the list.