|Updated: 12/14/2011 12:12 am
||Published: 12/13/2011 11:37 pm
I just had seven straight days off of work. It was wonderful. The long hours of work during the football season are always tough on a sports staff. Not working for an entire week is much easier.
The highlights of my stay-at-home-vacation (Some people call it a stay-cation. I will not participate in such buffoonery.): hosting a Turkey dinner cooked at my house but, most importantly, not by me (thank you, Fiona); staying up until 5 am on a nightly basis, leading to going several days in a row without seeing sunshine (it’s like being a vampire without the blood drinking and mystical powers); completing 2 to 3 actual useful tasks (that way I don’t feel like my life is totally without merit: “See, I cleaned out the garage enough to park my car in there, AND I did two loads of laundry! I’m not a total drain on society!”); and taking my dog on several walks (Charlie likes football, but he doesn’t like the resulting lack of free time for his designated walker. I made up for it by fattening him up on bones and food off my plate. A good deal for both sides.).
Anyway, the vacation is over. I’m back at work. No more laziness, but at least my job is covering sports. Could be worse.