The cars moved slowly, still in their slumber. I was not far behind them. Bloated and downtrodden from the long holiday and the weather. Not the fast paced, hurry up and go momentum. No one wanted to return to their desks, their holes, their daily grind. We were headed to the airport, in the dark. She called to say she was still there and it would be hours upon hours before she made it home. Turns out the flight was the wrong one and it should have been lunch time when we made that trip. Instead we arrived early and I had time. Turns out I had a lot of time. To walk the dogs in the rain. To finish coffee and breakfast over the Tribune and Today Show. To run to Saks for their beloved after-Christmas super sale. I mean super. To finally, finally, get a working phone. Talk about time. Wasted time spent waiting for the sale to go through. One hour later, I am able to make it in. And I am the only one who has made it in. Despite the slow moving traffic on the interstate, no one is working today. At least not this kind of work. The bloat continues as the few of us who have straggled in pretend to work. Pushing papers, exchanging, "how was your holiday", and counting the minutes until it is acceptable to leave again. I steal food, because the idea of getting back in the car is tiresome and the rain persists. Rationalizing that if I snack now, I can leave early and eat a proper meal on my couch in my pyjamas. Yeah, that is a proper meal. At least on a rainy, damp, after-Christmas day.
Labels: Everyday Life
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JustRun said:
I straggled in today, too. I'm still questioning why.
- 9:15 AM
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anne said:
If only I could be motivated to get some things done and make use of this time....
- 9:38 AM
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Accidentally Me said:
It is kind of hard to get going on a day like today, but the work doesn't seem to stop piling up...ick.
- 9:40 AM
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Paige Jennifer said:
Ah, the days that are wedged between December 25th and January 1st. Blech. Everything moves in slow motion and the only thing you can muster energy for is dreaming about where else you'd rather be.
At least it's a short week!
Happy Holidays,
Paige- 3:46 PM
