Sandra’s Miscellany

The dSO just took off in Fergus the Magic Bus for a few days of camping, so I’m on my own.

I usually feel a thrill of excitement — an entire week to do exactly what I want to do! — but this time I realized that I pretty much do exactly what I want to do, anyway, so what’s the big thrill? The only real difference is that I won’t be cooking as much.

I suppose this is an area where, at the age of nearly 42, I’m finally growing up a bit. Rather than count my time alone as a treat just for me where I can eat badly, stay up late, and generally goof off, I now see it as just another set of days. My regular chores stay the same, my responsibilities haven’t changed, and my schedule is what it’s always been.

In the past I’ve tried to make these times alone into Days of Extended and Obsessive Writing, but that has rarely worked. The moment I saw Fergus’s ample rear end turn the corner, I would get totally into Goof Mode and waste all my time doing things of no artistic or productive value while also isolating myself from everyone and generally getting bummed because I was wasting my time.

Intro to Depression, anyone?

So this week, I’m concentrating instead of what I would like to do today, which is do some writing on my single title proposal, do a bit of writing just for myself, and meet up with a friend later this evening. This seems imminently more reasonable — and adult — than my previous strategies.

Although I did go pick up Taco Cabana for breakfast (yum!).