Saturday,
February 3, 2007
For lo, today is my Day of Sloth
I came home for lunch yesterday, and found a DHL envelope in
my office. Apparently it arrived between my departure and Lyndon's departure,
and when I opened it I found my check from the ex-ex-employer. Woo!
So I paid off the Dyson, dobbed a bit more on the credit card, and stopped
off at Fry's after work to pick up a laptop cooling pad and a trackball. And
I finished about 2,300 words on UNDERCOVER GODMOTHER to boot, so yesterday
was quite a decent Friday.
And so I have today to myself and I intend to enjoy it. Said enjoying will include a wander around one of the local malls (I'm tempted to hit the high-ticket mall at Willow Bend, as I know they have a marvelous little bead shop there that specializes in semi-precious stones), a nice steak lunch at Saltgrass Steak House, and perhaps a visit to Fry's to peruse their PDA keyboard selection (it dawned upon me that my beloved bought me a lovely little iPaq a couple of months ago to replace my slowly dying Palm m150, and it would behoove me to get the Missing Sync and a keyboard so that I can actually sync it to my desktop and write on it wherever I go).
And yes, I'm going to write. But I don't consider that to be work, and I will be taking breaks for walks, watching movies, reading books and other mentally recharging events.
But first, a shower, tra la!
And yet I am imbued with the Puritan work ethic.
I swear, as the Flying Spaghetti Monster as my witness, I was just going to flake out, read and do some shopping. But I usually check the guestbook for someone whose website I maintain every couple of days for spam, and when I did that on Saturday afternoon I thought, "Hmm, she's due for an overhaul...and I don't have anything to do this weekend...and hey, it's been awhile since I got to design a website..."
Next thing I knew, it was Oh Dark Thirty, I was elbow deep in code and happy as a clam. Yes, I know -- I'm a sick puppy. But the site is a thing of beauty.
