I find myself with the rare luxury of a day of one’s own. I’m not sure how it happened, but I’m not going to spend a nanosecond pondering it.
I’m going to luxuriate in the little things — cutting a fragrant peony from my garden and placing it in my office; sitting on the front steps with my breakfast bowl and watching the neighborhood kids wind their way to school. Oh, it’s a struggle these last few days of June.
I’m going to give myself a facial mask and hope that the FedEx Man doesn’t coming knocking before I get it peeled off. Who am I kidding? I don’t have that kind of luck. But it is my day, so maybe….
Gracie and I will leash-up and go for a walk. A long walk. It’s a stunner of a day here. The maximum temp is going to be 65 Faren. Note: take a jacket.
None of this is going to take much time out of a whole day. The rest of the day, I’m going to be filling blank page after blank page with story — without interruption. I can hardly wait.
This probably doesn’t sound very exciting to you, but it’s working for me. No interruptions. My day.
What would you do with a day of your own?
Oops. Here come the school munchkins. Gotta go.
Elen Grey 
I would wander around outside. It wouldn’t be the same as “Going for a walk” because it would be much lazier. The dog would probably still come with me, though.
Then I would go take a shower and put on some comfy flannel pants and the rattiest shirt I own, assuming it had been washed relatively recently.
I might go sit outside, or I might just open a window, but the next thing would be to break out the sketchpad and draw something. Maybe many things.
I’d tell myself to go write, go exercise, go learn something programming related… maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t.
I would make a sissy alcoholic beverage. Probably some pre-mixed White Russian plus a ton of milk, because I’m not much of a drinker. Apparently not much of a man, either š
A day to myself would mean my wife was away, and I know that by the end of the day I would be anxious to see her. I’d get some cleaning done so she wouldn’t have to come home to a mess….especially if I had created the entire mess while she was gone š
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Hey Matt – Looks like you’ve taken that day and owned it! Well, in the mojito post, I called myself an easy buzz. lol So, I hear ya! Ahem. As for the “apparently not much of a man, either” comment there, I would have to say — all evidence to the contrary. I hope your lovely wife reads this and gives you a thwack upside the head. Just a little one…with a pillow. š
Much cheer.
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