The clinic where I work decided it will be closed on the day after Thanksgiving. This Friday provides me with something I have not had in ages: a day without plans. No, I am not going shopping. Sooner I’d eat rats at Tewkesbury than be part of that nightmare.
What does one do on a day without any plans? The Midwestern in me will want to get up early and do work of some sort, tackling as many rainy day projects as I can. The garage beckons for me to come tidy it up. Someone, who is usually ‘home alone’, may find me a nuisance and suggest I go run errands.
Perhaps I will do ‘fun’ things, like tailoring. I need to get Mr. Raven’s “Raven” shirt sewn together; the pieces side in a drawer waiting. I promised Kelly (the dear!) a sleeveless white shirt with rainbow yoke. Now that our holiday to Mexico is established, I need to get cracking on creating some new outfits, lest I show up with last year’s and there is talk. “Oh, I love that one, I never get tired of seeing it!” (bitches). I hope I don’t need to go to Jo-Anns for any buttons, as that means ‘going to the mall’ on Black Friday. Oh the horror.
Perhaps I will just be a bum and make a large pot of tea (Assam; dark and strong – no rubbish) and read one of the many books on the ‘to read’ shelf. My inner-Midwesterner will be appalled. It will be in league with my ADHD wiring to stop sitting there and get up and go do something for Pete’s sake. It’s a challenge but it’s worth the attempt.
I am curious to know what Spo-fans are doing this Friday. Perhaps someone can inspire me towards greatness, or sloth.
Spo-fans who suggest I go shopping will be committed to hospital.