A friend introduced me to Thundercat, and I now wonder how I completely missed this dude.
I did nothing on my staycation.
Well, technically, I did stuff. I did nothing I indented to do — I didn’t organize things, I didn’t try to do one of my longer recreational walks, I didn’t get blind drunk (because I was on medication from my surgery) and I certainly didn’t work on my novel.
I actually want to do it right now, but as I’ve said before, staying up till like 3, 4 a.m. would mean taking a nap, taking Missy out, going back to sleep and throwing off the rest of my day. I wish we already had a yard.
But anyway, despite not doing anything truly constructive, I feel great. I used to do one staycation a year. I got away from that. There’s nothing like just being comfortable in your own home for multiple days. Other than a quick trip to Hampton, there was no stress from traveling; no fuss with hotel bills, rental cars and overpriced dinners; and no push to actually do something.
I actually relaxed. I daresay I’ve been more productive at work this week because of it.
I need to start doing this again.
And I need to figure out a way to balance sleeping, my dog pooping and writing.
(And this is also me trying not to write a difficult chapter that needs to be written.)