A three day weekend, for someone as ambivalent about work and as generally angst-ridden as I am, is both a boon and a bane.
As I am wont, I came home Thursday night with plenty of "work papers" in my bag, about which I had some vague notion of doing something over the weekend. I got as far as scattering them on the floor by the front door in search of more pertinent items in the same bag (namely my current audio book), and there they stayed until Monday morning.
The boon part: With my oodles of free time, I did a (tiny) bit of housecleaning, a bit of reading, a bit of seminary studying, went to church (of course), did a (large) bit of tv watching and a (larger) bit of napping. The highlight of the weekend was Friday night's outing to see the excellent fireworks and listen to the admirable Murfreesboro Symphony Orchestra on Friday night with the Vance/Moores. The company was even better than the fireworks.
The bane part: It was twice as hard to drag myself to work on Monday as it usually is, having had an even longer break from work. The guilt over not doing more housecleaning or studying or any "work work" or exercise was also twice as strong as it usually is. Of course, by Friday night I'll have conveniently forgotten all of that and will be settling in for another weekend of ample time wasting. I'm nothing if not predictable!
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I think the walk to and from the fireworks (plus all the wandering in search of funnel cake) should count as exercise.
And I did do a bit of "running" after I foolishly stepped into the street in front of a pickup truck. So thanks, I feel a lot better about things now!
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