Friday is my last work day this year. I have two weeks off coming up. Ten work days. Plus three weekends. Sixteen days total. Not that I'm counting or anything.
Soon, I will have shifted to a four o'clock-to-noon sleep schedule. I'll be spending over ninety minutes a day in bubble baths, with a corresponding increase in the number of rumpled dampened-and-dried books on my shelves. I'd better order more bubbles. If I don't spend too much time online, I might even read the two books a day that would be required to get me to my goal of one hundred books read this year.
I might cook things. I might sew things. I might declutter. Or I might just engage in three hundred and eighty-four hours of idleness. Not that I'm counting.
Image: By ColKorn1982. Wikimedia Commons.