Not really. Stayed in bed past 10 because the chesty tail-end of this head-cold is still not letting me sleep properly. Filled the green bin with a fern hair(frond?)cut and sundry other garden debris. Wrote an overdue blog post. Mowed the lawns. Whittled my RSS backlog down to size. Re-read my Tiny Discworld edition of Mort. Killed some time trying to find a computer game to play. Purged some old files / folders from my archive that I am seriously never going to need again and in some cases which had quite negative emotions attached.
It has actually felt like the first day of a holiday, perhaps suggesting how badly I need one. Alas it is not so and tomorrow I work again, with the goal of at least 6 hours a day for the next 3 days to enable the nearest I can hope for before Christmas - a day of appointments and other stuff on Thursday, a deliberately work-light day on Friday to catch up on a few other things, 48-hour-party weekend and recovery on Monday. This doesn't actually seem like much of a holiday to me. I may not be working and they may be self-imposed but there are still obligations and to a fairly full schedule.
I am going to try for an early night - through boredom and in hope of both sleep and being up at a reasonable time in the morning.
It has actually felt like the first day of a holiday, perhaps suggesting how badly I need one. Alas it is not so and tomorrow I work again, with the goal of at least 6 hours a day for the next 3 days to enable the nearest I can hope for before Christmas - a day of appointments and other stuff on Thursday, a deliberately work-light day on Friday to catch up on a few other things, 48-hour-party weekend and recovery on Monday. This doesn't actually seem like much of a holiday to me. I may not be working and they may be self-imposed but there are still obligations and to a fairly full schedule.
I am going to try for an early night - through boredom and in hope of both sleep and being up at a reasonable time in the morning.