The muscles I will need to exercise today and in future days are those which utilize this time wisely in the many tasks that vie for my attention. Shall I describe the state of my house? The stack of papers and mail here...and here...and here. The clutter by the front door and at the foot of the stairs and at the top of the stairs and...well, maybe you get the point. The house needs cleaning. But, gee, what fun is that? Do I really want to spend my first free day in six years doing something as menial as HOUSEWORK??
Of course not. I have books to write! Books to publicize! Even books to READ! Yes. I have a huge stack of books in my TBR pile. And if I'm going to whittle down piles of stuff, wouldn't it be so much better to read through the pile of books rather than sort through a pile of mail? Not to get off on a tangent here, but honestly my health insurance company would save a bunch of money if they would not mail me individual statements on every single little something telling me how much they are NOT going to pay. And don't even get me started on the doctor and hospital offices. Back in February I had a stress test. Of that whole episode, there were two stressful parts.
- When this woman comes at me with a metal syringe which she is holding with huge rubber gloves and informs me that radioactive crap she won't touch with her hands is going into my body.
- When I get the statement from the hospital saying the stress test cost like a billion thousand dollars (only slight exaggeration here) and then a nice little sentence near the bottom: "This is not a bill."
Okay, so I see the first hour or so has been spent RANTING. Not a bad way to begin my job and childfree day. Maybe I will break things down an hour at at time. My only regret is that the theater is NOT showing matinees early enough in the day for me to go see a movie before I have to pick up the kids!!