Enough

For some reason, I have a lot of guilt on Saturday mornings. 

Here is the ritual.

I try my best to sleep a little longer. I was awake at my usual rising time, but I successfully rolled over and got another hour. 

I did Wordle, caught up on a little news. Sadly realized there was no overnight sudden death of a political leader, and then off we go.

Ollie knows when I don’t have work. 

He knows that he’s going to play a lot of ball. 

Coffee for me, cat milk for Miller, and Ollie goes out to wait.

I put on either Modern Family or Monk, and sip the first cup.

We get the first game in, and return to the couch where, I start feeling the guilt.

I know I need to rest my legs.

I realize that doing absolutely nothing is doing something.

And yet…

…I feel unproductive.

I’m at the stage of life where my body tells me to just stay down.

Relax.

You’ve done enough this week…

…but those damn nuns did a number on me. 

So did society.

“Do some work!”

I did the math as Jay and Gloria took the family to Hawaii.

(I’ve seen all the episodes at least 10 times - and I still laugh),

I have 3 days of work, and 6 days off over the next 9.

Enough work.

“Rest!” I nag myself.

An hour in, and I’m reading, and visiting my friends in fiction land.

Miller and Ollie resting beside me…

…waiting for me to get up.

Time to get dinner started!