Rest

This Monday, we rest. Yes, the royal we. We Rest. Period. I've managed to get all of the 'other' life things done this week. Oh, I still have a list of things to do a mile long, but today I'm going to rest and relax.

It was an amazingly wicked week at work. My fellow dressers and I haven't had a week like last week in a long time. It was exhausting on both a mental and physical level. I even picked up an extra call last week which resulted in the 'weekend' feeling like even more of a bloody marathon than usual. By Sunday, I had crossed the line between 'tired and exhausted' to 'just plain stupid.' I was ever so grateful that I didn't have plans on Sunday night. I arrived home on Sunday night about 630 and the next thing I know it was 10:30. I had a nice 4 hour nap. VERY delightful, and much needed as I wasn't tripping over my own two feet after my nap.

I ordered a pizza and 30 minutes later the buzzer woke me back up. I restarted a movie (Pitch Black, if you care) and devoured a few slices of pizza and had enough sense to put the rest of it in the fridge, before I fell back asleep. The next thing I know, it's now 9 am. Monday, Day off!!!

I have been ignoring the 'lets get the painting done' voices. It seems D. over at Ink in my Coffee has been hearing them too. I'm going to continue to ignore these voices this week as I'm not quite ready to rip my house apart yet. The next set of painting that I want to do is the bedroom, but it will require me to basically empty the room before I start. A good thing, as I need to make another pass under the bed, and do some more purging. I simply do not have the ambition to do that and to paint, nor to spend my only day off this week doing a purge and slinging paint all over the apartment. Much less having to live next week with the bedroom in the livingroom. It's going to take about 2 or 3 days worth of work to completely finish it, at least that is my current projection. I have no desire to be crawling over the stuff I'll have to move in order to paint. Maybe next week; or as Scarlett would say, "I'll think about that tomorrow!"

We are getting a taste of spring here in the big apple. It hit a whopping 74 degrees here last week, and we are expecting mid to upper 60's today. It sounds like a good day for leisurely stroll around some part of this island I call home. I haven't been to Central Park in eons, but I'm feeling the call of Union Square for some reason. Of course there are a few fun SHOE stores in Union Square, which aren't in Central Park. I'm also wondering if the new Trader Joes is open yet. Seems like a great day for a little exploring and wondering around. I would rather be out of the house for a while today, and I'm certainly up early enough to make a day of it if I choose.

I did manage to get the rest of my Vegas plans made (the important ones). I have airline tickets, Celine Dion tickets, and hotel reservations. The rest I can easily play by ear. I'm trying to decide between a morning horseback ride through the desert (and a breakfast over a campfire) or a rafting trip down the Colorado River from Hoover Dam. Oh the choices. I've already decided that this trip to Vegas is going to be less about gambling, and more about doing things. I'm still waiting to see what my sisters think, but with or without them, I'm going to do one of these events.

I'm going to close for now. It's pushing 10 am here, and I want to get cleaned up and tie on some really comfortable tennis shoes and start my Monday Meanderings.

Love and Light,