Friday morning I woke up feeling nasty (no need to obsess about the ugly details). I spent 40 minutes having a discussion with myself over the pros and cons of going to work. I lost the argument, and went in. After being there for about two hours, I completed all the critical daily tasks and decided that I had put in a good effort and it was time to go.
So, I arrived home in time to change my clothes and spend most of the overcast day watching a Firefly marathon on the Science Fiction channel. I laid on the couch with one kitty or another. I wasn't much for eating, but I ate diet-appropriate food when I did. After K came home, we ran a couple of errands. After dinner, we went out for ice cream (I had the no-sugar-added variety).
Saturday, I opted not to go to my class in the morning. I lounged about the house some more. In the afternoon, we all went to the park and took a short walk to enjoy the unseasonably mild temperatures (low sixties, if a might windy). A few small projects got some work done on them in the afternoon. Then, Ben and I made an appearance at his office party.
On Sunday, I exercised, skipped church and did most of this week's school work.
This was exactly what I needed. I may be able to tolerate another couple of weeks of work without killing anyone. I am thinking about taking a planned day off in a couple of weeks though. I'm thinking of visiting a day spa.
I wasn't completely work-free this weekend. I have spent several hours assisting with a crisis that no one else perceived as a crisis. I suppose I still care enough to joust at the windmills. But, it is getting tiresome.