There is something civilized about holidays, especially if they are paid. Each holiday commemorates something seasonally specific, but I do not think it is a coincidence that these treasured days off appear regularly, almost monthly, like the national powers that be are aware that more than a month of working 40 hour weeks without a day off will make most folks a little nuts.
Last week was an off week, and it was certainly a comfort to think that I had a three day weekend awaiting me.
I honored the day by…
- Waking up early-ish and trying not to play too much early-morning Skyrim
- Spending my morning alone in a productive-ish manner – cleaning, scheduling, & running
- Knitting approximately twelve stitches (slow but steady)
- Doing laundry in a most pleasurable way – a cup of hot coffee at the cafe across the street from the laundromat, taken out of doors, with friends and even doing a bit of extracurricular writing.
- Butternut squash & apple soup and the boy’s latest attempt at sweet potato fries
- Reading a book about tuberculosis
- Using expensive deep conditioner while washing my hair
- Putting a blanket on top of a Rubbermaid and pretending it is a coffee table