The problem with taking a day off from work is that when you get back on the job, you are dealing with two days worth of emails/issues on one day. I get criticized for not taking enough time off but who wants to go purposefully make more work for themselves? Catch 22, late-stage capitalism style.
Of course, I’m privileged to have a job where I do have vacation time accumulating. Part of me wants to cry like a toddler: I deserve it! I worked hard to get here! And while both statements are true, I also had a lot of social privilege working in my favor, even amidst the difficulties I’ve faced.
So I take my days off, and try not to bitch too hard about the work load that results from doing so. Just a little. As a treat, as the kids say. 😉
There is something about taking a day off that makes me want to sleep in, I’ve discovered. The alarm went off at 4:30 am but I lounged in bed until 6 am. That is why you are getting a photo of a rather sculptural duck watching the nascent sunrise:
I cropped it to put the duck in the center, and I’m no fan of ducks (alive or in a skillet) but this one did strike me as something akin to the platonic ideal of duck in a tree.
Keely didn’t care, as she usually doesn’t. I’ve known very few dogs as laid back as Keely…perhaps Mother’s dog Tiffany, who was also a rescue. I should tell that tale sometime.