I did not sleep well last night. I went to bed early, feeling like a bloated goat from yesterday’s dinner. I drank a lot of water which caused several wake-ups in the night. Someone snored. My nose is congested; it was (and remains so) hard to breathe. The final ingredient to the insomnia soup was the excitement of the pending morning.
So what’s so special about today? Nothing, that’s what. It’s a rare beast, a day without plans. I am not working, having been pressured not to do so so the entire office can close. We attend symphony this evening but until now there is nothing planned. Oh the joy.
I am certain I could conjure up a great deal of there’s-work-to-be-done chores. Even now the Midwest Protestant wiring in my brain* is whizzing around thinking about household tasks and preparations for Christmas. The hoity-toity part of my brain thinks I should do something to improve myself and/or go out and promote world peace. However, I may fight back and spend the day ensconced in my bathrobe, sipping tea, reading books and blogs – and not much else.
This wanton idleness is not likely to be realized. Last night over dinner Someone mentioned a few projects. I recall he wants to get out the Christmas trappings to see what we have and to finally put away the Halloween trimmings (piled up in the den). He also wants to go to a movie. Happily he does not want to go anywhere near a mall.
Considering last night’s fitful slumber all plans made by mice or men may be marred by the necessity to nap. Which supports the axiomatic view I learned in med school:
“When in doubt, get horizontal.”
* Probably located near the medulla oblongata, next to the nerves for autonomic breathing, it’s that engrained.