(It seems hardly anyone is doing cards anymore. I know I'm not. But 95% of the ones I get are from parents, and the cards feature the latest photos of the kids on the cover. So children are somehow propping up the last remaining vestiges of the greeting card industry.)
Anyway, it was so nice to be HOME. After four whole days away. I've decided home is not where the heart is and it's not even where you hang your hat. It's where all your sweet little routines and habits and other things lie.
It's the place where you can find the coffee filters (and don't have to worry about how many scoops to use and how strong/weak others like their coffee). The place where you can cook a meal without having to ask where every last ingredient and utensil is. It's the place where your precious first-thing-in-the-morning Diet Coke (12 oz. can only) is. Where the tissues ALWAYS have lotion, the paper towels are ALWAYS Bounty and the TP is ALWAYS Charmin Ultra.
So I did nothing yesterday but just hang out and decompress and it was great.
And today? Doubly active to counteract it. Emails sent, kitchen scrubbed, bathroom cleaned, floors vacuumed and swiffed, groceries bought, laundry done, workout worked, bills paid.
And work. I had to work a little work. My plan last week was to do no work, but then I had about a day-and-a-half of auditions and work-work to do. So this week was supposed to be work-free. But then I got a client call this morning and had to put together some ad copy.
So I am hoping, hoping, hoping I am truly done for the year for good. That other than a little gym time I can read, and go to the tea shop and see movies, and maybe have lunch out and all those other things I never seem to get to do ...
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