Last Monday I took a day off work. I was so excited for a
three-day weekend and at the possibility of accomplishing so many things around
the house. I had plans (the most important one was to not go to work).
Clean the kitchen. Take out the trash. Get a colorful rug
for our entryway. Pick up, vacuum and rearrange the living room. Do laundry AND
put it all away (lofty goal). Work in a run. Replace the Winter Wonderland
mantle décor with something springy and colorful. Enjoy a beer on the deck at
some point during the supposed 50-degree day. Write a blog. Yes, all in one
day. It would be equally restful and productive. I threw in a load of laundry,
folded some towels and did some time on the treadmill. After cleaning up, I was
ready to cross something bigger off the list. And, wow, it was already 10 a.m.
