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So maybe a three-day weekend isn't all it's cracked up to be. It gets me a day further behind with my work, and at the same time it leaves me worn out from staying up late and sleeping in. It proves I have no self-discipline when it comes to making choices about how to spend my time.
But I'll take it. It felt great just to sit back and watch a ballgame today, without worrying about the phone ringing. In fact, when the Boss called and asked if I was working, I told him I wasn't doing anything more than opening some mail that I'd left lying around all weekend. He thought that was fine, although he did call me three more times for various reasons.
Sometimes I get more done on a day like this than on a regular work day. I won't make that claim this time, but I did get a slight head start on tomorrow. That's good, because this is not only a four-day week, but I'm also taking time for some personal matters both Wednesday and Thursday afternoons. I don't know how I managed to work things out that way, but there you go.
Without the usual duties to fulfill, I spent more time than usual reading this afternoon. (I've almost finished The Blue Nowhere.) I also watched a highly irritating movie called Beautiful, which disproved my theory that anything with Minnie Driver in it must have some redeeming qualities. Even Joey Lauren Adams couldn't save this one.
And I nearly filled the yard waste container with weeds, all in one day. I've made enough progress that you can now see the back fence again. I'm not sure why it's good to be able to see the back fence. It has no historical or esthetic interest, but I find it satisfying anyway. There's still a lot more to do in the yard, but I like how it's coming along.
I said I wasn't going to make any special preparations for my visitor from the newspaper, but I couldn't help tidying up a bit more than I ordinarily do. I wouldn't want the article to turn into an exposé of unsanitary conditions. I might even get a haircut before Wednesday. (Probably not, though.) | 
