I took the day off of work today - A much needed vacation day that I planned to spend sitting by my pool with a book in one hand and a frosty drink of some sort in the other.
But things don't always go as planned.
The pool is green, due to a faulty filter and a lazy vacuum, and the sun is a little harsh on my pale skin. I finished my latest book a few days ago, and I don't feel like picking up an already-read novel. And the only thing left to drink in this house is Diet Coke, and that's not nearly as tropical as I would've liked.
So, instead, I slept till noon. I got dressed and left the house by one, at which point I drove a half hour to Middletown, NY to return a shirt I'd purchased this weekend. I bought two new books. I ate a late lunch on my porch. I went to the gym. I had dinner with my parents.
There's just something about doing mundane things on a day when you're supposed to be working that feels decadent. Walking into the mall when I know I should be sitting at my desk, typing furiously at my computer was so strange, and somehow liberating. Spending so much time alone leaves me cleansed. And comfort food from my mom, Chicken Paprikash with egg noodles and lima beans, followed by a laughter-filled conversation with a friend, was the perfect ending to the day.
It was just what the doctor ordered; I feel fabulous.