I am not sure what to do with myself. For two and one half days.
At first, I thought about all of the projects that sit about my office - and at home - and in my car - that I really should get organized or even accomplished . . . then I thought about housework and laundry and ironing . . . maybe letter writing - no,no,no Thank you notes! Thank you notes that are long over due . . . . . . or maybe I'll get "ahead of the game" and finish my notes for the workshop I'm giving at a national theatre conference in two weeks! . . . . . and then the panic subsided.
Two and a half days. All for me.
What a fabulous gift. Time.
Time to ignore deadlines. Time to delay projects. Time to not be organized and efficient and bothered.
Time for me. Time to do absolutely nothing at all . . . for two and one half glorious days . . . sigh . . . . .
And then that's enough of that . . .
Time to get back to work. ;-)