Today is an in-between day, laying between a weekend on the one side and a public holiday on the other side. A day when those who are organised enough to have engineered it beforehand, or those who made the late decision to ‘take a sicky’, will be relaxing on an extra, extra long weekend in whatever is their chosen way.
For me, it really doesn’t make a difference. When you are retired, every day is a holiday.
You can do whatever you want after dragging yourself from bed at the ungodly hour of 9.30am after having hit the sack only six hours earlier because you couldn’t drag yourself away from the computer where you were reading a good book and because, well, once in a while you like to stay up late, just because you know you can.
Then you can do whatever you want after watching the News, or as much of it as you can stand; checked your emails; checked your social media newsfeeds; made a cup of tea; taken care of yourself in whatever ways nature demands; got dressed, utilising as much of the previous days clothing as possible, to extend the time between the necessities of washing stuff; made and consumed breakfast, multitasking with social media and blogging, because time is still precious; and that most essential of all daily activities, making coffee.
Then, knowing that you really have nowhere to go, no reason to be anywhere else, no-one to hand you a list of things to do, you can do whatever you want. Well, you can, after washing dishes; etc., etc., etc., and checking whether the weather is somewhere within that fine band of perfection required to go outside to do something in the garden.
Then, the rest of the day is entirely your own. Providing there is any of it left free.
Myself, I tend to then do one of two things, or three …actually four, because I sometimes, when driven to it by necessity, perform certain household cleaning chores. But mostly I either read a book, write (like now) on my blog or Facebook page, or play computer games.
Finally, I have arrived at what caused me to begin this post.
Being an off day, and having dismissed many of the items on the above list as not being applicable or not quite as essential for today as on other days, I had what turned out to be a lot of fun on Facebook, sharing interesting things which individually did not merit being made into blog posts. Then I had an idea.
What if I collected everything I had written today and combined all of them into one blog post as a set of collected works? Would that work? Well, let’s see.
This is one I will personally treasure for a long time. The Grannies love me, no bullshit.
And last but not least, a bit of a laugh at Sarah Palin’s expense …well she does leave herself open to this sort of thing.
Oh, I’d better provide that clipped link, but the warning still stands.
So, there it is. A morning’s fun. I don’t think I can do this regularly, as my photo space allowance will fill up too quickly.