When we were out in Qatar, we worked an average of 12 hours a day. It was kinda nuts. Now, I didn’t mind particularly… it’s not like I am some kind of social butterfly or anything. But we get back and management tells us to take a couple of days off and to quit working like crazy people who don’t have lives.
They initially wanted us to take off Monday/Tuesday, but for various birthday-related reasons, I opted to take off Thursday/Friday. Walking out on Wednesday night, management told me “Don’t even *THINK* about this place.”
So, this weekend, I’m not doing *ANYTHING*. Well, nothing particularly strenuous. I put some time into writing the fifth travelogue post (with pictures!) and figuring out which anecdotes to tell in the post and which ones should be put below the fold in the comments. I’m going to get to go to Costco and PetSmart and Whole Foods and whatnot to run the errands that hadn’t been run since before I left… but, mostly, I’m going to sit in the basement with the cats and the video game that Maribou got me.
And just luxuriate in the fact that I am home with my family again in a place that has pork products.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)