I spent the day, again, cleaning, and watching episodes of The Office. I now have a much cozier bedroom, with more floor space than I had before, and lots of trash for recycling next week. (We had trash delivery but no recycling pickup this week, because of Labor Day.) I’m also now caught up on the first two seasons of the show. (I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to watch this much of the US version. Thanks, Netflix Watch Instantly.)
Other than that, it was a slow day. My vacation is slowly drawing to its end. I heard from my parents this evening. They had a nice visit in Bath, will spend tomorrow morning seeing a few last things in London, and then get a flight home tomorrow evening. So this presumably will be the last night in a while that the dog will wake me up at 1 in the morning, convinced it’s a reasonable hour for him to walk and have breakfast.
And I managed to do a little writing tonight for a change. All my grandiose plans of writing each day, getting a lot read, getting caught up on Kaleidotrope slush, getting caught up on saved newsreader links…nope, none of that really came to pass.
There’s still the regular weekend, though, right? I don’t back to work for another two days.
Is the fact that I’ve been watching The Office, of all things, a sign that I’m ready to go back to my cubicle? I wonder.