I love a three-day weekend.
Sometimes I think I should just divvy up all of my vacation time and see how many Fridays and/or Mondays I can block off. But then I remember that my vacation hours accrue at the speed of late-night water dripping from a faucet, or blood from a very small puncture wound.
Or, if you enjoy old school SAT-style analogies, vacation days : work days :: shot glass : barrel
I enjoy my job, but I also enjoy life — and life is definitely losing right now.
So what have I done with my weekend thus far? Well, I’ve gone swimming, eaten a sandwich, and taken a nap.
Now I’m lounging on the futon with My Fella and the Boxhound in front of some classic Futurama.
Tomorrow, I’m meeting a writing friend for coffee and chat.
And — SPOILER ALERT– at some point during the next two days, there will be WAFFLES!