The mostly unscientific study of long weekends has returned to a former and unsurprising conclusion. A four-day holiday weekend is not long enough. There was one day of the four (Friday) that was completely devoted to leisure (read: I neglected to make plans). Two days involved family dinners with massive quantities of food. On Saturday I forced myself out of the house, partly out of self-induced guilt, partly so I could honestly tell people I did something.
That takes us to today. Yet another Monday and the reality of back to work. Accepting the reality that I won't be retiring any time soon feels like a life sentence. The workday held meetings and work and it wasn't terrible, but still. The end of it all is barely in sight.
In other exciting events, there was trash and yard waste pickup today. My usual trash volume is half a trash bag, so if I didn't bother, the consequences would be few. Today there was no yard waste to be collected from my house. The leaves from the neighbor’s tree out back left the tree without landing in my yard, so I got lucky and dodged the autumnal bullet again. Plus, I haven’t done any yard clean up since last week’s pickup. Or maybe, it was two weeks ago.
Despite a half-hearted declaration of “maybe fasting” (ha ha) after the weekend of heavy eating, food was consumed today. Breakfast was skipped, and lunch was a sensible vegetable soup taken from the freezer, heated, and inhaled before a project meeting at 12:15. It’s the block time from after work until bedtime when I completely fall apart.
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| Healthy supper. |
After the healthy food, it was back to ingrained habits. Like a magician, I made a fistful of vanilla wafers and half a brick of sugar wafers disappear. They were dragged
through my sister’s fluffy pumpkin dessert dip. Oops. So much for better eating habits. Maybe
tomorrow (read: the delusions will likely continue).
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