A Day Off

Yesterday was a day off for me. Only me. I was going to focus entirely on myself and my personal endeavors, particularly writing. That was my goal.
Here is what I actually did:

  • Took the kids to school
  • Bought some half-off pens
  • Got my throat swabbed
  • Upgraded my iMac
  • Did four loads of laundry
  • Showered and shaved
  • Picked up the kids
  • Made an unsuccessful side trip to a shoe store
  • Went home and made dinner
  • Folded laundry

Did I write? No. Did I read? Barely; mostly quick blog posts.

At the end of the day, I came to the conclusion that my days off need to be spent outside of my house. At home, there are so many chores, projects, just plain things to do that I can’t really focus on what’s in my head.

Most selfish thing I did yesterday was bought some of my favorite pens in large quantities (and a couple extra to try out). But at the same time, I picked up pens for my wife and found my son some cool bookmarks. And bought screen cleaner for our precious television covered in precious toddler fingerprints.

I’m getting closer to creating that zen space at home, though. My parents brought out my great granddad’s desk. It used to be in his office as a lawyer in San Francisco. (I wonder if it is a survivor of the 1906 earthquake. Dad, do you confirm or deny my speculation?)

The desk is now the central part of my side of my bedroom. My goal is to keep it completely cleared of anything that isn’t mine. I’ve already started getting in the habit of sitting at it for a few minutes each night and writing in my journal. Even if I only write half a page, the day’s goal is met.

Now I’m just feeling sick and quite tired. It’s time to curl up in bed with the third Harry Potter book, having just finished Slaughterhouse Five this weekend.

Yesterday’s Best: Putting on jeans straight from the dryer.