Yesterday, i took the day off.
Granted, a fair portion of you are checking your calendars and wondering why i wouldn't take "Saturday" off, but it's a bit more complicated than that.
Yesterday, Anne Marie and i decided to head north to San Francisco and remind ourselves why we married our best friend. The day had no schedule. It had no set agenda. It consisted of us doing whatever we wanted to do. Seeing how we're both reasonably compatible with each other, that meant us agreeing a lot.
It meant that yesterday involved no chores. No fixes to the house, mowing, cleaning, laundry or any of the other things that usually wind up filling the weekend and making it more days to catch up than days to relax.
It was very theraputic, and honestly, we don't do that nearly enough. We don't take days off to not deal with the "important" stuff. It's amazingly simple to schedule a one day (or even part day) vacation that doesn't involve visiting family, picking out carpet samples or rebuilding waterscapes in 110° heat. Yeah, it probably doesn't make me as productive as a lot of other activities i could do, but you know what? It makes me a lot more relaxed, and that can't be all that horrible.
i should try setting up something once every few months and see how it goes.
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