Lying around reading, doing "nothing", not a crime!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Last night, I was nearly tearful as I described to my mother this monster cold, and how it has cancelled my plans to put in an extra work day today (Saturday). We have a huge project at work, due mid-January, and my manager has asked us for any extra time we can spare. I have been working additional hours, dialing in at night as well, and thought I could spare this Saturday, too.
Instead, I got felled by illness. After last night, a long sleep, and the realization this morning that I might as well just go with it: rest, drink a million gallons of herbal tea, read my heart out (this is a fantasy, to be allowed to read for hours, anyway), have a quiet house.
My daughter will be back from her dad's at 6, and it'll be noisier again, and I must get some laundry done, but it's all easy does it. A bit of laundry, sit back down and read some more.
Come mid-January, I and my teammates will not die if the project is not perfect, or perfectly complete. We'll get it done in some fashion. Or, if I lose my job because we didn't work "enough", I'll collect unemployment, go bankrupt if I need to, whatever... but looking around, I don't see the police waiting outside, and I wasn't going to get brilliant gobs of work done, anyway. I'm going to fold a bit of laundry, get back in my fancy reclining chair that looks new because I haven't sat in it hardly ever in 3 years, and read some more.
I am having a splendid day.