Nap on the Couch
Nothing—except perhaps the midweek morning wake n’ bake—says summer vacation quite so clearly as an afternoon nap on the couch.
So, since I had to run out to school this morning and take care of a few remaining odds n’ ends from last quarter, eliminating the AM consciousness-twiddling as an option, I celebrated the season in that alternative way, copping 40 winks after lunch as a cool breeze blew in from the open window.
This is the life, as I need to keep reminding myself when it’s raining sideways and dark by 4:00 PM in February, and I’m only a quarter of the way through the papers I’ve got to grade before the weekend’s out.
Of course, there’s something sad about a life where you look forward to things being different; ideally, we should all celebrate every moment of every day. But I dunno, the prospect of taking pharmaceutical anti-depressants just doesn’t appeal to me.
And honestly, even the “bad” parts of my life and work aren’t so bad; even strategic planning and program review committee meetings don’t require me to have to don protective eyewear or a Tyvek suit.
Still, it sure is nice to have more than two months ahead of me before the possibility of my sleeping in the living room between the hours of two and three in the afternoon isn't wide open; and while naturally, I will be devoting most of my free time in the next couple months to making the world a better, more just and compassionate place for all while simultaneously reducing my carbon footprint and only eating organic, locally-grown native plants, there will be the occasional Wednesday, like today, when the ongoing effort to ensure the safety and security of current and future generations just overwhelms me and by god, I’ll have earned the right to put my head on a cushion and crash out.
How else will I be adequately rested up for the Thursday w&b?
So, since I had to run out to school this morning and take care of a few remaining odds n’ ends from last quarter, eliminating the AM consciousness-twiddling as an option, I celebrated the season in that alternative way, copping 40 winks after lunch as a cool breeze blew in from the open window.
This is the life, as I need to keep reminding myself when it’s raining sideways and dark by 4:00 PM in February, and I’m only a quarter of the way through the papers I’ve got to grade before the weekend’s out.
Of course, there’s something sad about a life where you look forward to things being different; ideally, we should all celebrate every moment of every day. But I dunno, the prospect of taking pharmaceutical anti-depressants just doesn’t appeal to me.
And honestly, even the “bad” parts of my life and work aren’t so bad; even strategic planning and program review committee meetings don’t require me to have to don protective eyewear or a Tyvek suit.
Still, it sure is nice to have more than two months ahead of me before the possibility of my sleeping in the living room between the hours of two and three in the afternoon isn't wide open; and while naturally, I will be devoting most of my free time in the next couple months to making the world a better, more just and compassionate place for all while simultaneously reducing my carbon footprint and only eating organic, locally-grown native plants, there will be the occasional Wednesday, like today, when the ongoing effort to ensure the safety and security of current and future generations just overwhelms me and by god, I’ll have earned the right to put my head on a cushion and crash out.
How else will I be adequately rested up for the Thursday w&b?
posted by Professor Dave at 3:32 PM
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