I've taken a random week off from work. I have the worst problem: I have too many paid time off hours accumulated and am in constant danger of capping out so I'm forced to just take time off whenever possible. Horrors.
I'm turning the keyboard keys red because I bought a pound of fresh cherries this morning and now cannot stop eating them.
I've got my Pandora Allman Brothers radio station (heavy on Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi, the Stones, and Creedence with a smidgen of Lynyrd tossed it) cranked up to ELEVEN and I can if I wanna cos I'm a grown up.
I don't really have to clean out and paint the laundry room if I don't want to because writing is more important.
I will actually be off this Saturday and able to attend a Charleston Center for Women's Women Writers Forum.
No-one has hissed at anyone yet today.
Thor sez: Just give him a minute, I'm sure something will freak him out by sundown.