Sloth Disease

Working for a Catholic college can be overwhelming and frustrating at times, but it also has its perks. Like a four-day weekend for Easter and a week off between Christmas and New Year's. I left the office at 12:30 today and don't have to be back until 8:30 Tuesday morning. What do I plan to with my time? Nothing. I felt guilty for like half a second last night when I told my Dad that and he said, "That's what you did last weekend." But then I remembered last weekend I felt like death so I was in a coma for most of it.

My dad is at our cottage in upstate New York until Sunday night. He brought his dog, Shaggy, so Rags and I plan on sleeping in and being our regular "chill" selves. Rags is much more calm without his little brother around. He isn't being nasty and guarding his 34 toys.

I'm going out to the Boston area sometime on Sunday and will head back here Monday morning. But until Sunday, I have nothing to do. There's no one I have to see, so in reality, I could wear the same underwear until then. I won't, but I could. It's a nice feeling. Pretty soon, I'm going to have several weekend work commitments, so you'd think I'd want to do something awesome this weekend like travel or do a big project. Nope. I'll continue to work on sanding down the desk and chair I bought. I'll probably spend some time doing yardwork. But mostly, I'll take lots of naps, cuddle with Rags, and enjoy the beautiful weather that's supposedly on tap.