Occasionally, I need to take a day off of work just to take a day off from work.
If you are a hard worker like me, then you hardly ever miss a day, but every now and then you should not know the need to justify simply taking a day off to relax.
That is my personal philosophy. I took last Tuesday off, and it was glorious. I didn’t go anywhere special, oh no; I stayed inside. It had snowed the night before. There was almost a foot of the colorless stuff covering the ground. I figured this was the perfect time to call in. I provided my finest impression of someone down with strep throat. After I got off the “sick” call, I cranked up the natural gas furnace and threw a few logs on the fire for fine measure. Then, I brewed some tea, toasted a couple bagels, and sat down on my big, comfortable couch, wrapped up in blankets. It was down into the single digits outside, so I needed every bit of the heat from my heating system and the brick fireplace. I let my mind drift for a moment, to the hardships that I would be going through if I had not arranged for this day to be one of rest and recuperation. I imagined at that moment, I had been trudging into the office in wet boots, cursing the insufficient heating on our floor. Dwelling on these thoughts, I felt absolutely no remorse for treating myself to an enjoyable day. I didn’t do anything productive that Tuesday, but that’s the point. I just basked in the warmth of the furnace and the brick fireplace, studied a few chapters of my latest favorite book, and then promptly fell asleep!