Yes, its an end to a week of paradisio (not the Belgian Eurodance kind). Despite it all, I do feel like my week off had some accomplishments to it. I finally sat down and indexed the SANS 512 management books, which has been something I’ve been avoiding at my own risk. I did finish a draft of one story, and managed to make decent progress on writing a second one.
In a stupid, you have to use your imagination kind of way, I got to see what it would be like to be a stay at home writer this week. One thing I learned from it? Even if we were fiscally capable of that life, I’m not mature enough for it. I had a few days where I sat down and wrote reams of pages, so that later that evening I could go through and smelt it, burning off the excessive and superfluous leaving only the refined product behind. But most days were spent lazily typing a word or two, fiddling with mythtv settings, catching a stream or five of something I recorded a month ago, and basically couch potato-ing it from my desk.
I had the opportunity – and squandered it.
So tomorrow, I return to the world of stress and drama that is the office, where the tension stinks like a half forgotten gym sock. The job drives me nuts and is probably the leading contributor to why I take three pills a day, but it has structure to it, and I know how to tackle it and pin it down. Its not pretty, and I don’t look forward to the mess I’m going to walk into tomorrow. I cleaned up 700+ emails yesterday, but I know that’s only half the story and that there will be plenty that was encapsulated in those missives.
Tomorrow, I reset the countdown clock, the one that reads how many days until my next sanity break (minus CDO’s, my next real break is the week of Thanksgiving – visiting my folks down in Aliebammer, minus the alien swarms apparently).
Well, that’s enough blather out of me. I’m only up this early because I thought Anna (4), who has been getting up and going downstairs at unimaginably early hours lately, was already downstairs. While I know she got up at some point in the night, looks like the trail is cold – no one down here except me, and now I’m up, or at least partially moving.