So I find myself in a situation where I will have the house to myself for a week.
Sadly, I also find myself in a situation where we got a double buttload of work dumped on our desks at the same time so it’s not like I can take a day off in the middle of the week to luxuriate in my bachelorhood. (Besides, when you don’t have kids, the act of coming home, dropping trou, and throwing your pants on the chair is something you do because it’s not 40 degrees outside rather than because you can get away with it because… why wouldn’t you be able to get away with it?)
In any case, this weekend is devoted to the last little bits of the things Maribou needs before she makes me get up at O-dark-thirty on Sunday to drive her to the airport before I go back home and pass out until sunrise.
And spend the day doing *NOTHING*.
BUT THEN A WEEK OF BATCHING IT. Which, in my middle age, I’ve come to learn means “11 hour days at work instead of 9s, early bedtimes instead of late, and Guns and Roses cds in the car.” Which is decidedly less cool than I had daydreamed about batching it when I was in my 20s.
But before that happens, at least I’ve got a piece of a nice little weekend with the wife followed by the first of the couple of days when batching it is fun and novel before I start wishing that she hadn’t gone off to some crazy part of the planet.
So… what’s on your docket?