I Have A Cunning Plan

This will not be my weekend off. I have outlines to write and then flesh out in rapid succession, and it’s not likely that I’ll get to them today. But I do need some time to do nothing that is remotely work-related. So the best I can do is this: when we get back to the office after our half-day tomorrow, I will intentionally abandon anything and everything work related. I will read my book, maybe watch a little “Alias” in the evening (one channel here is running it from the beginning and is in season one – Thursday and Friday nights at 8 pm), go to the gym, and/or take a nap. And I will be forbidden to look at my computer unless I’m doing non-work-related writing or watching a movie.

Then Friday will be all about work. Lots and lots of work. But I need some time off, because I am seriously dragging. This way, however, it’s structured. So Friday = work, instead of “after this movie is done…” or anything like that. That’s a recipe for wasting time. I should know – I am an EXPERT at wasting time. But getting back to the whole “time off” thing…I’m not actually planning anything fancy for my week off in April, the one I am taking when I am, once and for all, done with traveling here. In fact, I will actively plan to do nothing. I think that will be good. And I think it will be just enough of doing nothing so that I won’t get too bored. It’s all about balance, after all. But I’m sure I’ll plan on lots of “let’s meet up for lunch/coffee/dinner/all-purpose hanging out” with people. Because “not doing anything” really means “not doing anything I don’t want to do”.

I’m not thinking too much about the fact that it’s three months away, I’m just thinking about the fact that it’s coming. (And by the way – 30 days until I’m home from this trip…!)

J is now sharing my office, has already asked if he can have a different desk brought in, and is currently arranging his highlighters and paperclips. Fair enough – I suppose it’s all part of getting settled. But he also didn’t bring an adaptor with him, so there’s been a bit of scuffling and shuffling to find one for him. Um…how do you not remember to bring one when you’re traveling? Well, whatever, something has been found and he’s up and running. Sort of. I realize that the fact that he kind of rubs me the wrong way causes me to tend to view him in a less-than-positive light, which is unfair. I will try to be less bitchy and more open-minded.

No promises, though.