Yes, now, this is what I call a holiday. No picnics, no ballgames (except on TV), no fireworks (I can hear them but not see them). Just a quiet day enjoying my freedom at home. Thanks to the Founding Fathers for setting this all up, and thanks to the Greatest Generation for keeping it going, and thanks to the Bush Administration for being just barely too incompetent to ruin it all.
Hereís how my holiday went: I slept as late as I wanted and got up in time to watch the space shuttle not blow up (and later heard that the North Korean missiles did blow up, making kind of a cool symmetry to lead off the evening news, which I did not watch). I spent the day alternately reading and puttering around the house, but doing no ďworkĒ work.
The best part is that at no time today did I have to do two things at once. Itís not that I canít do two things at once, or that I donít like to challenge myself, but a day like this, a straight line from one task to the next with no waves or bumps is like a mini-vacation. Tomorrow it will be back to the usual chaos, full of noise and demands piling on top of each other. For one day, at least, Iím happy to escape from all that.